"What's the matter with you, Splutter ?" Pennoyer said, "My, what a temper you are in, Billie!" "I am," replied Hawker.

"I feel like an Apache.

Where do you get this accursed potato salad ?" "In Second Avenue.

You know where.

At the old place." "No, I don't!" snapped Hawker.
"Why----" "Here," said Florinda, "I'll go." She had already rolled down her sleeves and was arraying herself in her hat and jacket.
"No, you won't," said Hawker, filled with wrath.