She dabbed at her eyes with a handful of wet grass, passed her sleeve across them once or twice, and began to talk.
"I ...

I'm very silly, Frankie," she said, "but I can't help it.

I'm better now.

Don't tell George." "Of course I shan't!" said Frank indignantly.
"You're a gentleman too," said Gertie.

(Frank winced a little, interiorly, at the "too.") "I can see that you're polite to a lady.