I won't go if it isn't all right, but Marjorie is going to have a graduation party and they're going to have cocoanut cake, but anyway, I don't care so much about that." But, oh, boy, cocoanut cake is my middle name.
He said kind of slow, sort of, as if he was trying to make up his mind, "Well, Roy, I have an idea I'll let you take little McCord home.

I don't know what else to do with him.

I'm afraid he's too much for me.
You see there are a good many boys who have to be considered.

This isn't much of a place for a campaign of reformation," that's just what he said.
I said, "Are you mad at Skinny ?" He said, "I'm not mad, Roy, but I'm disheartened--a little hopeless, I'm afraid.

I'm willing to believe that he isn't just right in his head, but you see I can't help him; I'm not a doctor.