You get a little off the handle sometimes, and don't know what you say--might let the cat out of the bag.

Sally Long took the baby away, and she died two months ago; so I'm the only one now in the secret.

All I want of you is to keep track of the baby.

Here is a five-dollar bill; I can't trust you with more at a time.

I know your weakness, Pinky;" and she touched her under the chin in a familiar, patronizing way.
Pinky wasn't satisfied with this, and growled a little, just showing her teeth like an unquiet dog.
"Give me ten," she said; "the woman gave you thirty.