quiz kid

“I walk my kid to school, passed that cop car everyday,” he said.

"I'll look in the bar," I volunteered, remembering the kid had left with more of a roll than Meadows had now.

So whilst we was eatin' breakfast I begins t' quiz, an', one way an' another, lets on I wanted t' see that Injun scout.

Zoomed over the German lines in the war, stoking an airplane, although at that time he was only a kid.

And dragged Joe into it, a good kid who had made only one really bad mistake in his life—the mistake of asking her to marry him.

Again it was empty except for the operator, a tow-headed kid with a Racing Form tucked in a side pocket.