"And it doth, doth it not?
Skirt's a trifle short, perhaps," she added, sticking out a leg and examining the effect critically, "but upper's eminently satisfactory." Julie leaned over and prodded her.

"No corsets ?" she inquired innocently.
"Julie, you're positively indecent.

You must have tamed your padre completely.

You're not married by any chance ?" she added suddenly.
Julie screamed with laughter.

"Oh, Teanie, you'll be the death of me," she said at last.