“Oh, you boys are all alike.” Dorothy yawned unashamedly.
“I don’t get you.”
“What I mean is that as soon as a fellow goes round with a girl for a while, he invariably says ‘Oh yes, she’ll like this,’ or, ‘she won’t like that’.”
“And—?”
“Ninety-nine times out of a hundred you guess wrong.”
“Why?”
“I think it’s because girls like to do their own choosing. Especially when it comes to buying clothes. Well, anyway, I think the things are darling, and they’ll be becoming, too. At least they look well on me.”
“Don’t worry—those clothes will make her look like a million dollars.”
“I know they will. I’m tired, I guess.” Dorothy yawned again and closed her eyes.
Howard started to say something, thought better of it, yawned, and let his head pillow itself on the soft upholstery.