Before I reached the corrals Sally came running after me, quite flushed and excited.
"Russ, my uncle wants to see you," she said.

"He's in a bad temper.
Don't lose yours, please." She actually took my hand.

What a child she was, in all ways except that fatal propensity to flirt.

Her statement startled me out of any further thought of her.

Why did Sampson want to see me?
He never noticed me.