"I made it myself last night, Alf. I want to know if it becomes me."
"It's just the kind of hat that I should have bought for you," he said.
"I made this dress, too. Do you like it? Feel what nice soft stuff it is."
He squeezed her arm.
"I like what is in it best," he said.
"What's that?" she asked coquettishly.
"You."
"O, I daresay," with a saucy toss of her head. "But it's the dress I want to know about."
"It's the very prettiest dress I ever saw."
"I thought you would like it;" and then she inquired anxiously, "It isn't too short, is it?"