"A bit prudish, eh?" He turned towards me.
"Not in the least," I replied indignantly; "but to be quite candid, I'm not very interested in your ribs. You see, we don't know you very well yet," I added, to soften the blow.
"Where do you live?" he asked.
We told him in guarded language.
"Within two miles of Leith Hill. Pretty country?"
We nodded.
"What's the name of your house?" was his next question.
"Have you taken a great fancy to us?" Dimbie inquired sweetly.
"Very," he said. "Don't remember taking a greater fancy to anybody. You seem so ridiculously happy and young."
Dimbie's and my face, I fear, wore the expression of happiness fleeting.