"We'll be kissin' like a couple of young jay birds first thing we know.

Doggone if it ain't funny how a baby, even if it is some one else's, kinder makes a feller foolisher'n he intends to be." Hand in hand they watched the sleeping innocent for several minutes.

Finally the detective shook himself and spoke: "Well, Eva, I got to make a bluff at findin' out whose baby it is, ain't I?
My reputation's at stake.

I jest have to investigate." "I don't see that any harm can come from that, Anderson," she replied, and neither appreciated the sarcasm unintentionally involved.
"I won't waste another minute," he announced promptly.

"I will stick to my theory that the parents live in Tinkletown." "Fiddlesticks!" snorted Mrs.Crow disgustedly, and then left him to cultivate the choleric anger her exclamation had inspired.
"Doggone, I wish I hadn't patted her hand," he lamented.