I never think such things." "Whoa, Mary! Backup!" Bert checked her peremptorily.

"You're in the wrong stall.

Billy never makes mistakes like that." "But he needn't be so raw," she persisted.
"Come on, Mary, an' be good, an' cut that stuff," was Billy's dismissal of her, as he turned to Saxon.

"How near did I come to it ?" "One hundred and twenty-two," she answered, looking deliberately at Mary.

"One twenty two with my clothes." Billy burst into hearty laughter, in which Bert joined.
"I don't care," Mary protested, "You're terrible, both of you--an' you, too, Saxon.