"You see, I have quarreled with Mars again.

He _would_ drink out of your big dipper in spite of me! I knew you wouldn't like that--" "Oh--why no, of course not!" The hoarseness broke slightly, here and there.

A worried tone was faintly manifesting itself.
"And I was wondering when you are coming to take me for another ride!" "Why--ah--just as soon as I can, Miss Venus.

You know my time ain't my own--but maybe Sunday I could git off." "How nice! What a bad cold you have! How did you catch, it ?" Sweetly solicitous now, that voice.
"Why, I dunno--" "Was it from going without your coat when we were riding last time ?" "I--yes, I guess it was; but that don't matter.

I'd be willing to ketch a dozen colds riding with you.