She looked up, troubled, and begged, "Don't say so. Sometimes she's just like a bat, flying into one's face. Only more lovely, and I can't be angry with her."
"I could. But let's talk about you and me, how much we love each other, and how nice we are."
"We do, don't we?"
"We are, aren't we?"
"Oh, how silly!"
"Let's be sillier than any one has ever been before."
"Listen!" Helen said and Zebedee stopped on his way to her.
"It's that woman. Why didn't something run over her? Is my hair ruffled?"
"Come quickly and let me smooth it. Nice hair."
"Yours is always smooth, but do you know, it curls a little."