"Don't be foolish, child. You're excited."
"I must go to the theater. It's late. I do feel silly."
"I'll drive you down."
"But I'll come again," she said. "Only next time we'll light the gas when it gets dark. I hate these statues. They're like skelingtons."
"I'm going to make a statue of you. May I? Dancing?"
"If you like."
"I adore you."
"So do I you," said Jenny.
"Not so much as I do."
"Just as much, Mr. Knowall," she said, shaking her head.