"I'm awfully sorry. But you took my breath away. I haven't gotten it back yet"—he breathed deeply.
"David, will you ever grow up?"
"I'll have to now. I see you've gone and done it."
"Ach no," she lapsed into the childhood expression. "I'm not grown up. But how do I look? You won't tell me so I have to ask you."
"You look like a Madonna," he said seriously.
"Oh," she said impatiently, "that sounded like Phares."
"Gracious, then I'll change it! You look like an angel and good enough to eat. But honestly, Phœbe, that dress is dandy! You look mighty nice."
"Glad you think so. Shall I tell you a secret, David? I'm scared pink about to-night."
"You scared?" He whistled again.
"Don't be so smart," she said with a frown. "Were you scared on your Commencement night?"