A wild giggle from Molly. An ecstatic thrill in the Atom's voice as she responded, "Sure you're always welcome, my boy!"
"That's my acushlum, I know! Any mistletoe about?"
"It's nice to sit in the dark sometimes, don't you think?" Nell suggested.
"Oh—ah—yes. Are you telling stories?"
At that Nell grew helpless; she couldn't keep her gravity any longer.
"Oh, Ted—I feel so silly—I can't help it—"
"I love to hear you," he replied with funny earnestness.
"Do sit down," she said. "Oh, not there—that chair is—"
He sat on the edge of the table, which was worse.
"Oh," said Nell, "the table's rather crowded—"