"Are you sure?
I set my watch--" "Oh, forget it! You say that every night," was the wearied response.
"How the dickens do you think anyone's going to study with that noise going on ?" "I'm very sorry, really," responded Penny, "If I'd known--" "You never do know, Penny!" The youth outside strode back to his room and slammed the door and quiet prevailed once more.

Amy smiled.
"Poor Penny," he said.

"He suffers much in the cause of Art.

I refuse to study any more.

Close up shop, Clint, and let's talk.