"Who on earth is his clinging vine?
Why, she's got _lavender_ tops on her shoes and--" "Don't look round!" she warned him sharply.

"Don't--" "Well, what's he doing at a Baptist church?
What's he fidgeting at his handkerchief about?
Why can't he walk like people?
Does he think it's obligatory to walk home from church anchored arm-in-arm like Swedes on a Sunday Out?
Who _is_ this cow-eyed fat girl that's got him, anyhow ?" "Hush! Don't look round again, John." "Never fear!" said her husband, having disobeyed.

"They've turned off; they're crossing over to Bullard Street.

Who is it ?" "I think her name's Rust," Mrs.Milholland informed him.

"I don't know what her father does.