“Not quite, but it’s all I’m going to tell you,” said Paddy.
“Oh, no, it isn’t,” with a smile; “you’re going to tell me the rest.”
“How do you know I am?” archly.
“Because people always have to do what I want them to.”
“How very odd!” in feigned surprise; “that is exactly how it is with me!”
“So I should imagine,” looking into her laughing eyes with growing interest.
“That’s pretty of you,” she said, “so I’ll go on. I was told you had a lovely smile.”
“Someone was a kindly judge then. I wonder what you said.”
The twinkle in Paddy’s eyes literally shone.
“I said that if you bought picture post-cards and had a lovely smile you must be a nincompoop.”