Female company.

Female company.

It seems to me that critters ought to have the same right as people to pick their own company.

And a fine figure of a man, too.

Got a house full of females.

Oh, of course not, dear, of course not.

Poor Claude is in a state of shock.

None of your business.

I could brew up a pot of Choctaw Root.

Oh, of course not, Milford.

Oh, great clouds of bogey dust!

In the middle of the day?

Must be some kin of Miss Drysdale's.

He missed the biggest part of her.

What in the name of FHA is this?

Same to you, and many more of them.

Of course he wants it, don't you Duke?

Granny, taking in a wamp up a mess of spring tonic for old Duke and me, we is feeling like the high and quarter of the bad luck.

I hope he doesn't get one of his migraines.

Now, you come a mite further and you can see more of it.