But from what I heard of your talk last night, and from what I know about Johnny--" "For pity's _sake_, mom! If you listened in--" "There now, Mary V, you shouldn't object to your own mother overhearing anything you've got to say.

And if you expect me to clap my hands over my cars and start on a long lope across the desert the minute you begin to 'phone--" Mary V laughed and gave her mother a bear-hug.

Mommie was a plump matron, and the idea of her loping across the desert with her hands over her ears was funny.

"You do have tremendously sensible ideas, mommie, though you simply do not understand Johnny as I do.

I am perfectly positive that he would not disappoint me.