"Please don't!" he said.
"But it—tickles!"
"Well, let it!"
"But—why should I?"
"For—Arthur's sake."
"Arthur's!" she laughed. "Oh, Mr. Geoffrey, as if he would ever notice!"
"Well, then, for the—er—turkey's sake!"
"The turkey!" she laughed. "I'm afraid I'm dreadfully untidy to sit down at such a luxurious feast."
"Are you?"
"Well—am I not? Look at this poor old gown!"