This she said not parrotwise, but with a simple coquettishness that was all her own.
On the way to the steamer a few moments later, Ernest asked, half-reproachfully: "Jack—and you really enjoyed this conversation?"
"Didn't you?"
"Do you mean this?"
"Why, yes; she was—very agreeable."
Ernest frowned.
"We're twenty, Ernest. And then, you see, it's like a course in sociology. Susie—"
"Susie, was that her name?"
"Yes."
"So she had a name?"