It don't matter at all." "Oh, but it does! It matters a great deal--Dearie! Did you really think I was that nasty Mary V Selmer calling you up ?" "Why, no, I--I was just talking to her father--but as soon as I--I was thinking maybe the old man had forgot something, and had her--uh course I knowed your voice right away--sweetheart." That was very daring.

The man's forehead was all beaded with perspiration by this time, and it was not the heat that caused it.

"You know I wouldn't talk to her if I didn't have to." It is very difficult to speak in honeyed accents that would still carry a bullfrog hoarseness, but the man tried it, nevertheless.
"Dearie! Honest ?" "You know it!" He was bolder now that he knew endearing terms were accepted as a matter of course.
"OO-oo! I believe you're fibbing.

You kept calling me _Miss_ Venus just as if--you--liked somebody else better.

Just for that, I'm not going to talk another minute.