He's a dandy ball player and skates bully; I wish you could see him shoot.

We're going out West together when he gets out o' jail.

Well, he saw you and he liked you, and he wrote you a letter and wanted me to hand it to you when no one was looking.

Here it is: hide it, quick." She took the letter, mechanically moved to do so by his imperative voice and action, and slipped it into her algebra.

When she turned to speak Jack was gone, and she walked on, flushed with excitement, her breath shortened and quickened.