All the same it's horrid and--and unfair.

Suppose I was frothy and behaved----" "Misbehaved ?" "Yes.

Just because you wouldn't agree to take a sentimental interest in me ?" "I _would_ agree! I'll agree now!" "Suppose you wouldn't ?" "I can't imagine----" "Oh, Duane, be honest! And I'll tell you flatly--if you do misbehave.
Just because I don't particularly desire to rush into your arms----" "But I haven't threatened to." Unconsciously she laid her hand on his arm again, slipping it a little way under.
"You're just as you were years ago--just the dearest of playmates.

We're not too old to play, are we ?" "I can't with you; it's too dangerous." "What nonsense! Yes, you can.

You like me for my intelligence in spite of what you say about men and women----" "I wouldn't care for your intelligence if I were not in----" "Duane, stop, please!" "In danger," he continued blandly, "of proving my proposition." "You are insufferable.