"Upon my word, you are not slow, if the weather is cold. And you parlez-vous like a native. Now, if you and father want to say anything bad about me, you may hope to keep it a secret, but I warn you that I can understand French to some extent."
"I shall not say anything bad," she returned naïvely. Adding, "Why, I don't know anything bad."
"Oh, Miss Recompense, isn't it nice to be perfect in someone's eyes?" he laughed.
"Wait until she has known you several years."
"But you have known me several years," appealingly.
"It is best to begin with an unbiased opinion."
"I shall get Betty to speak a good word for me. You have confidence in Betty?"
"I love Betty," Doris said simply.
"And Boston. That begins with a B too. You must love Boston, and the State of Massachusetts, and the whole United States. And if there comes another war you must be true to the flag and the country. No skipping off to England, mind."
"I couldn't skip across the whole Atlantic."