"You are like Christina," said the delighted girl, "she makes up things like that. Would you have liked to see me really walk into the room and sit down opposite to you?"
He held her more tightly. "Nine-tenths of my troubles would vanish," he said fervently, "and I could work—by heaven, how I should work if I had the inspiration of your company! I wish you weren't such a dear little puritan. I'm half inclined to engage a housekeeper if only to chaperon you."
He waited for a rejoinder, but it did not come.
"You have such queer ideas about how people should behave," he said. "In fact you are awfully old-fashioned, darling."
"Am I—I suppose I am."
"Why, the modern girl goes everywhere, bachelor parties and dances—chaperons are about as much out of date as the dodo."
"What is a dodo?"
"A bird—a sort of duck."
She gurgled with laughter. "You funny boy—"
"You know Sault, don't you? Isn't he a great friend of yours?"