"Which one said it?" he asked. "The little goldilocks in blue, or the one under the red parasol?"
I surely was astonished, for I had no idea that Richard was so observing. Heretofore, he had never seemed to notice how girls looked, or what they wore.
CHAPTER V
A PHOTOGRAPH AND SOME DAY-DREAMS
I don't believe compliments are good for the male mind. They go to their heads. Up to this time in all the years I've known Richard, I'd never seen him walk up to a mirror and deliberately stare at himself, except when we were having a face-making contest, and trying to see which could look the ugliest.
"I don't think compliments are good for the male mind."