"I see. Oh, there—he's out. Poor Archie."
"Are you very sorry?" I said, smiling at her. "I'm just going, you know."
"Between ourselves," I said later to Myra, "that isn't at all a bad girl."
"Oh, fancy!"
"But I didn't come to talk about her. I came to talk about my seventeen."
"Yes, do let's."
"Yes. Er—you begin."
CHAPTER VII
ALL OVER
"May I have a dance?" I asked Miss Blair.
She put her head on one side and considered.