an occasional calling down and a few scratches. If id had the luck to
get into aviation or some of the fancy branches david checked
himself. There i go, he said in selfdisgust. Beefing again.
It was quite in the old, spoiledchild tone an echo of indestructible
personality, the weeping scion of other days and it went straight to
marys swelling, bewildered, groping heart. She began to laugh and a sob
tangled itself in the laughter, and she choked and said
buddy.
He turned toward her.