Please don't mind," I went on hastily as Isabel looked distressed, "you couldn't help it.

I was very unexpected, and I might have been dangerous.

How--how you've _grown_!" I really couldn't think of anything else to say.
Isabel blushed again, Dicky observing with absorbed adoration.

It _was_ lovely colour.

"You know I haven't really," she said, "it's all one's long frocks and doing up one's hair, you know." "Miss Portheris only came out two months ago," remarked Mr.Dod, with the effect of announcing that Venus had just arisen from the foam.
"Come, young people," Mrs.Portheris exclaimed from the lift; "we are waiting for you." Poppa and momma and Mr.Mafferton were already inside.
Mrs.Portheris stood in the door.