“Yes”—gravely.
“Did you behave yourself?” inquired her mother.
“Perfectly,” Christiansen hastened to say.
“Well, make your manners and get into the car,” ordered her parent.
Christiansen leaned over her hand gallantly.
“Thank you for giving me so much pleasure,” he said in a confidential tone.
“Thank you. I loved it,” she whispered ardently.
On the way home her mother glanced at her.
“Have a good time?”
“You and Wally spoiled it!”—hotly.