"Really, I wasn't fishing for a compliment, but I'm so unlike my father, it's a joke. I get my blonde hair and blue eyes from my mother and my great-grandfather."
Before he knew what was happening Tom was seated by her side talking and laughing as if they had known each other a lifetime.
Helen paused for breath, put her elbow on the old mahogany table, rested her dimpled chin in the palm of her pretty hand and looked at Tom with a mischievous twinkle in her blue eyes.
"What's the joke?" he asked.
"Do you know that you're the first boy I ever talked to in my life?"
"No—really?" he answered incredulously.
"Don't you think I do pretty well?"
"Perfectly wonderful!"
"You see, I've played this scene so many times in my day dreams——"
"And it's like your dream?"