In my most sweetly girlish manner I said: 'Oh, indeed! Do you expect to see Knute Hoaglund while you're there ?'" Two hectic spots had come into "Bob's" cheeks during this recital; she was teetering upon the desk now like a nodding Japanese doll, and her blue eyes were dancing.
"I heard Old Bell's chair creak and I saw him shoot a quick glance at Henry.

Henry admitted, casually, that he might drop in on Knute.

Why ?" "'You'll be wasting time,' I told him, even more sweetly, 'for dad and I have that twenty west of Burkburnett.' "_Well!_ You'd have thought I had stuck a hatpin into Bell.

And Henry's mouth actually dropped open.

Think of it: Colonel Henry Nelson, the hero of Whatever-it-is, with his imperial mouth open and nothing coming out of it--not even the imperial breath!" "Bob" rocked backward and kicked up her neatly shod feet; she hugged herself and snickered with a malicious enjoyment not wholly Christian-like.
"But--we 'ain't even got an option! It takes _money_ to lease close-in stuff." Tom was bewildered.
"Of course.