"I suppose you expect me to say that I see the prettiest foot in
Boston."
"Thank you again, but I'm not yet reduced to trying to drag compliments out of you, Chauncy. I sha'n't do that till the other men fail me. It's the slipper I wanted you to notice, and these ravishing stockings."
"If the comedy has stockings in it," he began; but she stopped him.
"There, no impudence," she said. "Did you ever see anything so entirely heavenly as those stockings and slippers? I declare I've wanted ever since I put them on to keep my feet on the table to look at."
"You might do worse."
"Oh, I'm going to."
"Indeed! It's apparently getting time for me to interfere. What's your game?"
"I'm going to squelch that detestable Fred Rangely."
"How?"
"My slippers," Elsie said vivaciously, again thrusting one of them forward, "are ravishing."