she moved you on that way. SHE'S a hot friend, isn't she!"

"She didn't mean anything by it. She----"

"Ole Palmer's a hearty, slap you-on-the-back ole berry," Walter
interrupted; adding in a casual tone, "All I'd like, I'd like to
hit him."

"Walter! By the way, you mustn't forget to ask Mildred for a
dance before the evening is over."

"Me?" He produced the lop-sided appearance of his laugh, but
without making it vocal. "You watch me do it!"

"She probably won't have one left, but you must ask her, anyway."

"Why must I?"

"Because, in the first place, you're supposed to, and, in the
second place, she's my most intimate friend."

"Yeuh? Is she? I've heard you pull that 'most-intimate-friend'
stuff often enough about her. What's SHE ever do to show she
is?"

"Never mind. You really must ask her, Walter. I want you to;
and I want you to ask several other girls afterwhile; I'll tell
you who."

"Keep on wanting; it'll do you good."