You're too fur from Elsie Peters, that's where the shoe pinches.

I've heard how you used to set out in her dad's backyard, with your arm round her waist, lookin' at each other, mushy as a couple of sassers of hasty-puddin'.

Bah! I'll take care my next assistant ain't girl-struck." "Girl-struck! I'd enough sight ruther be girl-struck than always ravin' and rippin' against females.

And all because some woman way back in Methusalem's time had sense enough to heave you over.

At least, that's what everybody cal'lates must be the reason.