As Winthrop approached the centre table, Mannie backed against the piano.
As the only masculine point of view available, she appealed to Mannie wistfully.
The others try how often they can touch the wall, and when the “Mannie” catches one, that one becomes “Mannie.”
You'll wear it, just to please me and Mannie, won't you, dearie?
From the hall Mannie appeared between the curtains that hung across the doorway.
Mannie precipitately retreated from his position as champion.
The abruptness of this unsportsmanlike blow below the belt caused Mannie to wince.
The interview was filling Mannie with excitement and delight.
But the Butcher wouldn't kill the Coo without a silver penny, so back the Mannie went to the house.
Upon him, as upon Mannie, had fallen the spell of the Hallowell fortune.