I'm dressing against time, you see, and I've no one to help me." "Do you want any more help ?" asked Scott, looking at her with a quizzical light in his eyes.
She laughed, albeit she was still not far from tears.

"Yes, I want someone to pin a handkerchief on my head in the proper Italian fashion.

I don't look much like a _contadina_ yet, do I ?" He surveyed her more critically.

"It's not a bad get-up.

You look very nice anyhow.