SHE—I'm glad of that. I want to thank you for the chocolates you sent this evening. You said you were going to send a book.
HE—I know I did. I tramped the town over to get that novel, but every shop was out of it. Then I did not like you to think I had forgotten you so soon, and I sent the bonbons.
SHE—It certainly was sweet of you. They're nearly all gone already.
HE—Mercy, mercy—don't make yourself sick! I wouldn't have you that way.
SHE—You wouldn't have me any way, would you?
HE—Give me the chance. But I'm afraid you're a "jollier," Miss Pratt.
SHE—You're the first to tell me.
HE—Did you say "first" or "fiftieth"? There was a noise on the wire just then.
SHE—I know you're a flirt.
HE—Never! I've got my fingers crossed.