Her one emotion, at that moment, was an overwhelming regret that she had come.

If Johnny Jewel had the nerve to think that she wanted to see _him_-- "You must love the sun," Johnny observed apathetically.

"Lizards, even, have got sense enough to stay in the shade such weather as this." He rumpled his hair to let the faint breeze in to his scalp, and looked at her.

"You're red as a pickled beet at a picnic," he told her ungraciously.
Mary V pulled together her lagging wits, marshaled her fighting forces, and flaunted a war banner in the shape of a smile that was demure.
"Well, one must expect to make some sacrifices when one is working in a good cause," she replied amiably, and paused.
"Yeh ?" Johnny's eyes lost a little of their dullness.

It is possible that he recognized that war banner of hers.