"WHY DON'T YOU GIVE THEM SOMETHING REAL ?" "Well, you don't seem crazy about it.

What's the matter ?" Robert Grant Burns stood in his favorite attitude with his hands on his hips and his feet far apart, and looked down at Jean with a secret anxiety in his eyes.

Without realizing it in the least, Jean's opinion had come to have a certain weight with Robert Grant Burns.

"What's wrong with that ?" Burns, having sat up until two o'clock to finish that particular scenario to his liking, plainly resented the expression on Jean's face while she read it.
"Oh, nothing, only I'm getting awfully sick of these kidnap-and-rescue, and kiss-in-the-last-scene pictures, and Wild West stuff without a real Western man in the whole thing.

I'd like to do something real for a change." Robert Grant Burns grunted and reached for his slighted brain-child.
"What you want?
Mother on, knitting.