I can’t slide, Billy.

I’m called just Billy.

Stick to sheets, Billy.

Are you all right, Billy?

You’re called ‘Sliding Billy.’

His pants looked mighty like Billy.

“Yes,” said “Sliding Billy” Turner.

“Was it Billy Tabeshaw?” Carl asked.

How long have you been stewed, Billy?

You can’t just take to that stuff, Billy.

“I got to go,” said “Sliding Billy” Turner.

But listen, Billy, and I’ll tell you a secret.

“You got to take a cure, Billy,” Mr. Turner said.

“You can’t just quit like that, Billy,” Turner said.

I just asked you how long you’ve been stewed, Billy.

“They got a cure for that,” “Sliding Billy” Turner said.

Listen Billy, dear Sliding Billy, I have a surprise for you.

“You ought to stop off here, Billy, and take a cure,” he said.

Billy Campbell caressed the sheet with his lips and his tongue.

“Listen, Billy,” William Campbell said, “I want to tell you something.”

“Keep away from women and horses and, and⁠—” he stopped “⁠—eagles, Billy.”