“This from the woman who thinks my chauffeur is an ideal of manly beauty,” Dick scoffed, “a dimpled man with a little finger ring.”
“He can run a car, though,” Nancy retorted.
“I’ll bet little blue eyes could run a restaurant.”
“That was just the trouble,—she would have been running mine in twenty-four hours. Oh! I think what you men really like is a bossy woman.”
“Now, what a woman really likes in a man—” Betty began, “is—is—”
“Quality,” Nancy finished for her succinctly.
“I wonder—” Dick mused. “I should have said finish.”
“Almost any kind of finish so long as it is smooth enough,” Billy supplemented. “Look at the way they eat up this artistic and poetic veneer.”
“Look at the way they mangle their metaphors,” Nancy complained to Betty.