I'll admit that I did use to be a chatterbox, when I was little, but even Holland says I'm not, now." "I didn't mean to call you a chatterbox," explained Joyce.

"I was just warning Rob that he must expect perfectly straightforward replies to his questions." Joyce bent over her letter, and in order to start Mary to talking again, Rob cast about for another topic of conversation.
"You wouldn't call those three girls at that last table, Gibson girls, would you ?" he asked.

"Look at that dark slim one with the red cherries in her hat." Mary glanced at her critically.

"No," she said, slowly.

"She is not exactly pretty now, but she's the ugly-duckling kind.