And I tell Ollie, just look at me, because they just pulled out the pistolas.
And Ollie says, ‘Oh, I see, well, let me have two double vodka martinis.’
Ollie mastered her sudden gust of weeping, and shook her disordered hair back from her forehead, a defiant light in her eyes.
"I love you, Ollie," she said; the warmness of her body close against his.
Ollie took the witness-chair with an air of extreme nervousness.
As Ollie started up-stairs to her task she was brought back by the door-bell.
Ollie started up, looking frightened at being so suddenly roused.
Ollie told how well she was getting along in the judge's office.
It was a great day, too, because Ollie Stewart would be saying good-by, and before to-morrow would be on his way out of the hills.
Ollie was practising shorthand, and kissed Prue with sorrowing patience.