"Go away?" the blonde said woundedly. "But I thought.... Three men have pinched me already today and, the way you crept in here, I thought maybe you were the more earnest type."
"I'm quite earnest," Marc said soberly. "In fact...."
"Goody," the girl said. She snuggled down beside him. "Now, what do we do?"
"I don't know what to do," Marc said miserably, "that's just it!"
"You don't?" the girl said unbelievingly. "You certainly don't expect me to tell you, do you?"
"How could you?" Marc asked reasonably.
"Well, I could, I guess, if I wasn't a lady," the girl said with a touch of pique. "Why are you squinting at me like that."
"The light hurts my eyes," Marc said briefly. "Really, I think you ought to go away."
The girl sighed deflatedly. "I guess I might as well," she said. "You're too ignorant and I'm too refined. I must say, though," she added wistfully, "for a minute there I expected great things." She started to move away.
"Just a minute!" Marc said quickly.