SHE—I'm glad you're coming to your senses.
HE—I don't blame you for being angry, Genevieve, dear.
SHE—Oh! Carroll, how could you be so unjust?
HE—I'm awfully remorseful. Can't I come tonight and tell you more?
SHE—Why, certainly, you old goose. I'll forgive you.
HE—I'm so glad, Genevieve. But, tell me, dearest girl, you don't care for Jack Smallwood.
SHE—No, you silly boy. He isn't worth your little finger.
HE—Thank you, sweetheart. Goodbye.
XII.
(Wednesday, June 4.)
SHE—Madison 7-9-3-1-y, please. Is that you, dearest? Oh! Carroll, I'm all so topsy-turvy I don't know what I'm doing. But I just couldn't go to bed without talking to you again.