She eyed him uncertainly, trying to adjust herself to this emergency.
Art came to a pause and looked at her inquiringly.

"What's the matter ?" he demanded.

"You called me up here--and I sure was tickled to death to come, all right!--and now you stand there looking like I was a kid that had been caught whispering, and must be kept after school.

I know the symptoms, believe me! You're sore about something I've said.

What, don't you like to have anybody talk about you being a movie-queen?
You sure are all of that.