"Oh, dear! Another fond hope shattered! I WISH I knew what you DID mean!"
"Don't be silly, or I'll run back. If you'll promise not to be silly,
I'll stay another minute."
"But, you see, I never know when I am silly."
"Almost always! Now let's talk about the Pageant. Didn't Daisy look pretty?"
"Yes. But I fancy blondes myself."
"Now that's ambiguous. I don't know whether you mean because you're one or because I'm one."
"Why! So you ARE a blonde, aren't you? I never noticed it before!"
"Really? How nice! I've always wondered how I'd strike an entire stranger!"
"Why strike him at all?"
"Now you're silly again! But I mean, I'd like to know what an utter stranger would think of me."