"I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget it," she explained parenthetically.

"He said to Pete, in the store, just after Pete had tried to say something funny with the usual lamentable failure--um--'You are mentally incapable of recognizing the line of demarcation between legitimate persiflage and objectionable familiarity.' Now, I want to know what sort of a man, under fifty and not a college professor, would--or could--say that without studying it first.

It sounded awfully impromptu and easy--and yet he looks--well, cowboyish.

What sort of a young man is he ?" "He's a perfectly horrid young man." Evadna leaned to help herself to more chocolates.

"He--well, just to show you how horrid, he calls me a--a Christmas angel! And--" "Did he!" Miss Georgie eyed her measuringly between bites.