"I hope I haven't disappointed you," she answered demurely.
"No—no"—he protested—"just the opposite."
He stopped and blushed for fear he'd said too much.
"And you're just the opposite from what I'd pictured you since Cleo told me how your father looks."
"And what did you expect?" he asked eagerly.
"A stern face, dark hair, dark eyes and a firm mouth."
"And you find instead?"
Helen laughed:
"I'm afraid you love flattery."
Tom hurried to protest: