I like you and I like Pinkie, but I don't want you to cry over me.
The battle of Pinkie was fought in 1547, when he was sixteen.
"It's from Pinkie and she'll be here on the 3:30 train," she explained, turning to Zinsheimer.
Pinkie wrote me all about it, and I wired her to come down here at once.
"I suppose Marky sent them," said Pinkie, dropping upon the sofa in disgust.