He's been bursting with gratitude ever since, and he wrote and told me Irene was coming here and I must pay her out--no, pay her back--pour coals of fire on her head--Great Scott, I'm getting my similes mixed! I mean give her a right down good time as far as I can, and make her think the Villa Camellia is a dandy place.

Twiggez-vous, cherie ?" "I twig!" laughed Sheila.

"I'll beat up all I can muster," and she ran lightly away along the terrace.
"A decent girl, though a little hard of comprehension," Peachy nodded after her.

"Doesn't she look adorable in that blue tam-o'-shanter ?" "She's awfully pretty!" agreed Irene readily.
"She'd be the beauty of the school if she'd any idea how to use her advantages," sighed Peachy.

"Give me her complexion and that classical nose and--well, I guess I'd blaze out into a cinema star before I'd done with life.