He began directly, and so did Froggy: "I've heard a lot about you since you wore braids--" "Wasn't it funny this afternoon--" Both stopped.

Isabelle turned to Amory shyly.

Her face was always enough answer for any one, but she decided to speak.
"How--from whom ?" "From everybody--for all the years since you've been away." She blushed appropriately.

On her right Froggy was _hors de combat_ already, although he hadn't quite realized it.
"I'll tell you what I remembered about you all these years," Amory continued.

She leaned slightly toward him and looked modestly at the celery before her.