"Then we ought to pal up together, oughtn't we ?" "Don't you want my credentials ?" asked Diana, smiling, "Lord, no! One has only to look at you." Diana laughed outright.
"That's quite the nicest compliment I've ever received, Mr.Leigh," she said.
(It was odd that while Errington always made her feel rather small and depressingly young, with Jerry Leigh she felt herself to be quite a woman of the world.) "It isn't a compliment," protested Jerry stoutly.

"It's just the plain, unvarnished truth." "I'm afraid your 'boss' wouldn't agree with you." "Oh, nonsense!" "Indeed it isn't.

He always treats me as though I were a hot potato, and he were afraid of burning his fingers." Jerry roared.
"Well, perhaps he's got good reason." Diana shook; her head smilingly.
"Oh, no.

It's not that.

Mr.Errington doesn't like me." Jerry stared at her reflectively.
"That couldn't be true," he said at last, with conviction.
"I don't know that I like him--very much--either," pursued Diana.
"You would if you really knew him," said the boy eagerly.