FEMININE STRATEGY
“I was speaking with your father last night,” he said, at last, somewhat inanely.
“Oh, were you?” answered the sweet young thing, lowering her eyes. “Er—what were you—er—talking about?”
“About the war. Your father said that he hoped the fighting would soon be over.”
The sweet young thing smiled.
“Yes,” she remarked, “I know he’s very much opposed to long engagements.”
He took the hint.