“Yes, you did,” I answered, taking it.
“Well, it was enough to annoy me, wasn't it?” she suggested.
“Evidently,” I agreed.
“I am going to a ball next week,” she explained, “a grown-up ball, and I've got to wear a skirt. I wanted to see if I could manage a train.”
“Well, to be candid, you can't,” I assured her.
“It does seem difficult.”
“Shall I show you?” I asked.
“What do you know about it?”
“Well, I see it done every night.”
“Oh, yes; of course, you're on the stage. Yes, do.”