"No woman ought to be blue with a figure like mine, ought she?"
He laughed. "I can't imagine your ever being blue, Fancy!"
Fancy opened her eyes very wide.
"There's a whole lot you don't know about women yet," she said sagely.
"That's likely."
"Am I to understand that I'm fired, then?" She tried to appear demure.
"Not yet. I'm only too afraid you'll resign. It's queer you don't get married. You must have had lots of chances. Why don't you, Fancy?"
"I never explain," said Fancy. "It only wastes time."
He went over to her again and very affectionately boxed her ears.
She freed herself, and turned her face up to him. "Frank," she said, "do you think I'm pretty?"