"They don't care a split pea what happens when they've got the pip.

Look at her--my hair's bleachin'." "She's got the pip all right," stuttered Jowett as he plunged along; "but she's foreign, and they've all got the pip, foreign men and women both--but the women go crazy." "She keeps pretty cool for a crazy loon, that girl.

If I owned her, I'd--" Jowett interrupted impatiently.

"You'd do what old man Druse does--you'd let her be, Osterhaut.

What's the good of havin' your own way with one that's the apple of your eye, if it turns her agin you?
You want her to kiss you on the high cheek-bone, but if you go to play the cat-o'-nine-tails round her, the high cheek-bone gets froze.