You're round an' slender at the same time.

I bet I can guess your weight." "Everybody guesses over it," she warned, while inwardly she was puzzled that she should at the same time be glad and regretful that he did not fight any more.
"Not me," he was saying.

"I'm a wooz at weight-guessin'.

Just you watch me." He regarded her critically, and it was patent that warm approval played its little rivalry with the judgment of his gaze.

"Wait a minute." He reached over to her and felt her arm at the biceps.