"Sometimes I feel you are a kid.

Then again you represent the world--your world with its age-old custom--its unalterable....

But, Carley, let's get back to my work." "Yes--yes," exclaimed Carley, gladly.

"I'm ready to--to go pet your hogs--anything." "By George! I'll take you up," he declared.

"I'll bet you won't go near one of my hogpens." "Lead me to it!" she replied, with a hilarity that was only a nervous reversion of her state.
"Well, maybe I'd better hedge on the bet," he said, laughing again.