Her host smiled.
“You object to being thought sweet?”
“Yes. I’m not that kind of a child.”
“What kind of a child are you, Isabelle?”
“I’m plain, but I’ve got a great line of talk,” was her unexpected answer.
“A witty tongue is worth all the pretty faces in the world,” laughed Christiansen. “But I wouldn’t call you so plain.”
“I look very well in my riding clothes.”
“Do you?”
“Have you seen me in them?”
“No, I regret to say.”