"Why--why, Imogene," he stammered, "I--I don't know's I know what you mean." "I guess you know, all right.

You did ask me--or, anyhow, you would if I hadn't said no before you had the chance.

You like me pretty well, don't you, Kenelm ?" This pointed question seemed to embarrass Mr.Parker greatly.

He turned red and glanced at the door.
"Why--why, yes, I like you fust rate, Imogene," he admitted.

"I--I don't know's I ever see anybody I liked better.