"It's so.

He's spoony.

And when he's been drinking and tries to kiss me, I hate him." "Sally, you look as if you'd rather like Russ to do something dreadful to George," said Diane with a laugh that this time was only half mirth.
"Half of me would and half of me would not," returned Sally.

"But all of me would if I weren't afraid of Russ.

I've got a feeling--I don't know what--something will happen between George and Russ some day." There were quick steps on the hall floor, steps I thought I recognized.
"Hello, girls!" sounded out Wright's voice, minus its usual gaiety.