"What have you been doing to yourself?
You are looking awfully fine." "Am I ?" said Nora, exceedingly pleased with herself.

"I am awfully glad.
It is all Kathleen's doing.

I got me the belt and the hat new for this show." "Very smart, that belt, my dear," said her friend.
"I rather fancy it myself, and Kathleen would do up my hair in this new way," said Nora, removing her hat that the full glory of her coiffure might appear.

"Do you like it ?" "Perfectly spiffing!" ejaculated Mr.Duckworth, who had taken a seat just behind her chair.
Nora threw him a challenging glance that made that young man's heart skip a beat or two as all the excitements of the match had not.
"Are you a judge ?" said the girl, tipping her saucy chin at him.
"Am I?
With four sisters and dozens of cousins to practise on, I fancy I might claim to be a regular bench show expert." "Then," cried Nora with sudden animation, "you are the very man I want." "Thank you so much," replied Mr.Duckworth fervently.
"I mean, perhaps you can advise me.

Now as you look at me--" The young man's eyes burned into hers so that with all her audacity Nora felt the colour rising in her face.