“Beauty is but skin deep. I rely on my line of talk,” she replied, and joined in his laughter.
“Look here, why did you railroad me out of that school so fast?”
“I thought it would be nicer to have you all to myself,” she replied, innocently.
“Isabelle, Isabelle, what are you up to?” her father demanded.
“Nothing, Wally—honest. I’m a reformed character.”
She induced him to take her to lunch at The Gay Dog Inn, and they were very merry over the meal.
“I quite like you, Isabelle,” said Wally. “You used to embarrass me to death.”
“I’ve always rather liked you, Wally,” she retorted, to their mutual amusement.
“See here, I must be getting on, if I’m to make Boston for dinner,” he said, consulting his watch.