"Was it red?"
"Red? No, indeed! You never know any thing about what a girl has on."
"I know I don't. I don't look at them enough."
"More likely," she retorted, "you look at the wearers, and not at the dresses."
"No: only at you."
Let no reader suppose Burleigh was complimenting: he was only telling the simple truth. Flossy blushed a little at his earnest frankness.
"You'd better look at Patty," she said. "She's ever so much prettier."
"I suppose she must be," he responded naïvely; "but I'd rather look at you. I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, not in the least! Why should I? But this is all wool-gathering. Let's arrange about your suit."
"But you haven't told me what your dress is."