"I'll find you a rich husband to pay for that." He straightway proceeded to friz the diamonds of white.
"Why don't you have a strip of ringlets down each leg, with tight little curls between ?" suggested the Little Doctor, not to be outdone by any other woman.
"Correct you are," praised Irish.
"And, remember, you're not heating branding-irons, mister man," she added.

"You'll burn all the hair off, if you let the tongs get red-hot.
Just so they'll sizzle; I've told you five times already." She picked up the Kid, kissed many times the finger he held up for sympathy--the finger with which he had touched the tongs as Pink was putting them back into the grate of the kitchen stove, and spoke again to ease her conscience.

"I think it's awfully mean of you to do it.

Miguel ought to thrash you both." "We're dead willing to let him try, Mrs.Chip.We know it's mean.

We're real ashamed of ourselves." Irish tested his tongs as he had been told to do.