I'll have to make a flyer of you, Mary V, and then you'll know--" Mary V suddenly buried her face in a cushion.

Johnny heard a smothered sob and got up, looking very much astonished and perturbed.

With a glance over his shoulder to make sure no one saw him, ho put an arm awkwardly around her shaking shoulders.
"If you don't want to fly, you needn't," he reassured her.

"I didn't mean you had to.

I only meant--" "It--it isn't that at all," Mary V managed to enunciate more or less clearly.