"Look here, Billy," she mimicked, lifting calm black eyes to his face.
"Don't you go fussbudgeting. I'm quite capable of managing my
admirers."
"Admirers! Him!" gasped Wingo.
"He proposed to me. I turned him down."
"Shows your good sense," said Billy, going over to the chair lately
vacated by Rafe Tuckleton and sitting down. "But I'd like to know what
he's thinking of, the old jake."