pinkie

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.

Pinkie wrote me all about it, and I wired her to come down here at once.

"It's from Pinkie and she'll be here on the 3:30 train," she explained, turning to Zinsheimer.

Furthermore, Pinkie's hat was of the early spring vintage, and the ribbon was faded.

"I suppose Marky sent them," said Pinkie, dropping upon the sofa in disgust.

"I got to have me bit of coke," Pinkie answered, with a shrug of his shoulders.

"It was about an hour ago," resumed Pinkie Bonn with undisturbed complacency.

Pinkie Bonn paused, and stuck his tongue significantly in his cheek.

An' Pinkie'll run around an' slip it to youse before mornin'.