So he flopped a flapjack and held his tongue.
"Why don't you waltz in and win ?" Del demanded, insistently.

"Don't you cotton to her?
I know you do, or you wouldn't come back to cabin, after bein' with her, a-walkin'-like on air.

Better waltz in while you got a chance.

Why, there was Emmy, a tidy bit of flesh as women go, and we took to each other on the jump.

But I kept a-chasin' pockets and chasin' pockets, and delayin'.