"Are you going to give me tea now?
How nice! You are looking awfully pretty to-day, do you know?
I can't think how you do it.

There isn't a feature in your face worth mentioning, but, notwithstanding, you make an entrancing whole." Doris sternly repressed a smile.

"Please don't take the trouble to be complimentary." Hugh groaned.

"There's no pleasing you.

And still you haven't let me into the secret as to why you want to be a farmer's wife." Doris was unpacking the tea-things energetically.