“Yes, they are.”
“And what I always think is so nice about you, Clifford,” Bertha went on, “is that you’re so truly thoughtful. I mean, you never forget your own tastes. You really take trouble to get yourself any little thing you like. You put yourself out.”
“Oh—I——”
“Oh no, I’m not flattering you; I really mean it. You’re such a nice thoughtful boy. I’ve seen you take a lot of trouble, rather than deprive yourself of anything you cared for.”
“Oh, Bertha!”
“Are you going to stay long to-day?”
“Yes, I am,” said Clifford, taking up the book he had brought with him. “As long as I can.”
“Oh.”
“How long can I?”
“Till dinner, or till anyone turns up that I want to talk to.”