They'll tear up the house." "She'll be wearin' black lace and diamonds," said Dan Anderson, irrelevantly; "and when she breathes she'll swell up like a toy balloon.

She'll bat her eyes.

They got to do those things." "Man," said Tom Osby, "there's times when I don't like you." "Well, then, cut out the lace.

I'll even leave off the diamonds." "She's settin' right there," said Tom Osby, wagging his forefinger, "and she's dressed in white--" "With a blue sash--" "Sure! And she sings! And it's 'Annie Laurie'! And because I want my own share of things that's for keeps, though I ain't one of the sort that can do things for keeps, why, I want--why, you see--" "Yes, Tom," said Dan Anderson, gently, "I see.

Now, as you said, it's only a few days' drive, after all.