You're like another boy.

A fellow can be just a fellow with you, and somehow you make everything you touch mean something it never meant before.

You have made me feel that I would be about twice the man I am if I had spent the time I have wasted in plain jazzing around, hunting Cotyledon or trap-door spiders' nests." "I get you," said Linda.

"It's the difference between a girl reared in an atmosphere of georgette and rouge, and one who has grown up in the canyons with the oaks and sycamores.

One is natural and the other is artificial.