Your interest would be, er, entirely impersonal." "Uh-huh," Hank agreed, his keen eyes searching Phil's face amusedly.
"Therefore, it doesn't follow that I'm getting foolish about a girl just because I--hang it! what the Dickens makes you look at a fellow that way?
You make me ?" "Uh-huh," said Hank again, smoothing the lower half of his face with one hand.

"You're a mighty nice little boy, Bud.

I'll bet Mona thinks so, too and when yuh get growed up you'll know a whole lot more than yuh do right now.

Well, I guess I'll be moving.

When yuh get that--er--story done, you'll come back to the ranch, I reckon.