"I love to hear you say 'hawf,'" she said; then she added impetuously, "You aren't a bit like anybody I ever saw before."
"I dare say," said Percival, returning her smile.
"Not only your talk, but your walk, and the way you wear your clothes."
"I suppose my tailor does rather understand my figure," said Percival; "but what puzzles you about my speech?"
"I don't know. It's different. And then I never can tell what you are thinking about."
"Do you wish to know what I'm thinking about just now?"
"Yes."
"I am wondering why you wear high-heeled, gold-beaded slippers in the morning."
Bobby thrust forth two dainty feet and contemplated them in surprise.
"What's wrong with them?" she asked.