"You did enjoy it, didn't you?"
"Enjoy it! Why, I never had such a galumptious time in my life. They all did. The Barlow girls are on their heads about it—they said so and I saw it."
"I think everybody had a good time."
"Of course they did. But, oh, didn't you nearly die at the beginning? I was sick. Honestly, Lorry, I felt something sinking in me down here, and my mouth getting all sideways. If it hadn't been for that man I'd have just slipped out of my seat under the table and died there at their feet."
"He saved it," said Lorry solemnly, as one might mention a doctor who had brought back from death a beloved relative.
The gas was out and they were mounting the stairs, arms entwined, warm young flesh on warm young flesh.
"Isn't he a thoroughbred, isn't he a gem!" Chrystie chanted. "I'd like to go to Mrs. Kirkham's tomorrow, climb up her front stairs on my knees and knock my forehead on the sill of her parlor door."
"Did you really like him? I think he's clever and entertaining but I wouldn't want him for a friend."
"I didn't think about him that way. I just sort of stood off and admired. He's the most magnetic thing!"
"Yes, I suppose he is, but—"