"Ah, my stepfather could spare me for ever," she put in; "there are others to listen to him."
"And if you are not bored here——"
"Bored? I am having the time of my life."
"Eh bien? Remain for two months, I beg. Be merciful to us. I need your advice, myself. There is a matter that is harassing me: I cannot determine whether her new jumper should be beaded, silk-broidered, or fringed."
"If it is telling on your health——" Her eyes laughed into his.
"You yield?"
"I weakly wobble."
"There is, further, the consuming question of a simple evening dress—what it should be made of."
"I succumb. Tulle would be all right, or Georgette."
"It shall be Georgette—we shall not lose you so utterly when you go."