“That will be all right as soon as the muscles adjust themselves — in time.”
“In time!” she exclaimed scornfully.
I kept quiet.
She studied me for a moment, then said, “My legs have always looked — well, rather nice.”
She hesitated just the proper amount of time to make it appear that the desire to convince me had overcome her modesty, and then raised her skirt, showing me her left leg.
I whistled.
She jerked the skirt back down indignantly. “I didn’t show you that for you to whistle at!”
“No?” I asked.
She said, “I was simply proving a point.”
“Proving a curve, I would say.”