Ting-a-ling-ling-ling-ling-ling.
It was the telephone on the Doctor's office table and a tall young fellow was ringing it. When he got the number and asked, “Is this you, Fanny?” his face took on an expression good to see. It was Fanny, and he settled back on one elbow and asked, “What you doing, Fanny?”
“Nothing, just now. What you doing?”
“Something a good deal better than that.”
“What is it?”
“It's talking to you.”
“Oh!”
“Is that all you have to say about it?” his voice was growing tender.
“Now, Tom, don't go to making love to me over the 'phone.”