"I want you to be a regular man right quick." He wondered what he ought to say and presently stammered: "I--I--intend to.

I guess I'm more of a man than anybody would think to look at me." "You're too young to ever fall in love I reckon." "No I'm not," he answered with decision.
"Have you got a razor ?" she asked.
"No." "I reckon it would be a powerful help.

You put soap on your lip and mow it off with a razor.

My father says it makes the grass grow." There was a moment of silence during which she brushed the mane of her pony.

Then she asked timidly: "Do you play on the flute ?" "No, why ?" "I think it would break my heart.