I reckon you're lyin', Pretty Eyes," he replied, with a grin.

"Anyhow, I'll take a chance." "I tell you--he'll kill you," repeated Carley, backing away until her weak knees came against the couch.
"What fer, I ask you ?" he demanded.
"For this--this insult." "Huh! I'd like to know who's insulted you.

Can't a man take an invitation to kiss an' hug a girl--without insultin' her ?" "Invitation!...

Are you crazy ?" queried Carley, bewildered.
"Nope, I'm not crazy, an' I shore said invitation....

I meant thet white shimmy dress you wore the night of Flo's party.