You know as how I hates a fork and I likes to eat in my shirt sleeves." Paul seized Jane by the arms and regarded her luminously.

He murmured: "Did you hear?
The dear old chap!" She raised clear, calm eyes.

"Aren't you shocked ?" He shook her.

"What do you take me for ?" Jane was rebellious.

"For what girls in my position generally call a 'toff.' You---" "You're horrid," said Paul.
"The word's horrid, not me.