"How do you know ?" "What a silly thing to say! Don't paw me, Duane; you hurt my hand.

Look at what you've done to my fan!" "It came between us.

I'm sorry for anything that comes between us." Both were smiling fixedly; he said nothing for a moment; their gaze endured until she flinched.
"Silly," she said, "you are trying to tyrannise over me as you did when we were children.

I remember now----" "_You_ did the bullying then." "Did I?
Then I'll continue." "No, you won't; it's my turn." "I will if I care to!" "Try it." "Very well.

Take me to Kathleen." "Not until I have the dances I want!" Again their eyes met in silence.