“Oh, Dear, You Hurt”
Imagine the scene: A big, comfortable chair, a beautiful girl snuggled down in it, her head leaned back so that she is looking up into the face of the man who is bending so attentively over her.
Now he reaches his arm around her. Her head is pressed against his heart. Speech at this time would be impossible.
Listen. We hear her struggled whisper: “Oh, dear, you hurt.” In a low, earnest voice he says: “Well, I simply cannot help hurting you a little bit. You don’t mind that, do you?”
Again we hear only silence. They seem perfectly contented.
It is not long, however, that they remain in this position. He does not seem content with what he sees in her face.
Her eyes are a violet gray. He bends farther over so that he can see into—well—see into her mouth.
Because, of course, it is the dentist repairing her teeth.
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