"Wait a minute; what IS a dungeon tower?"
"Oh, don't quibble. Anyway, I'm all alone, and I simply had to have some one to speak to."
"How did you know I'd be here?"
"Be there! Why, I assumed that you sat at your telephone every evening, waiting to see if I would call you!"
"You little rascal! That's exactly what I have done, but I don't see how you knew it. Are you still a captive princess?"
"Yes; they keep me on bread and water, and not very much of that."
"Couldn't I come and try to liberate you?"
"No, Sir Knight. Alas, you would but be captured yourself."
"But to be captured in such a cause, would be a glorious fate!"
"Oh, aren't you romantic! I really wish it were the Fifteenth Century, and you could come on a dashing charger, and rescue me with a rope ladder! I'm simply dying for an escapade!"