"It may be four yearth and it may be eleven--"

"Oh, come, now, not all that time! It isn't done."

"You d-don't underthtand--I'm going to find my plathe in the world--I don't
belong here."

"All right. Can I go 'long?"

"No; you stay here. I'm--oh, don't you thee--I'm leaving you!"

"Oh, that's it?"

"You'll have the girls to amuse you--"

"What girls?"

"Iva and Lotta and Daisy and May Young--"

"They're not girls--they're married women--"

"What!"

"Sure they are. They don't live with their husbands all the time--they're
pretty modern, you know. They have separate establishments, but they're
friendly, pally, and even a heap in love with each other."

"I don't believe it--" "Fact, all the same. Where you going Warble--that
is, if you care to tell."