“I’ll bet you’ve gotten them frost-bitten!”
“They certainly look it!”
“Your cheeks are red, too, but it’s becoming!”
“What makes your eyes shine so?”
Here the uneasy Virginia felt as though a reply were necessary.
“Why, because she’s happy, of course. You act just like Red Riding Hood talking to the wolf, Dorothy.”
Fortunately, just when inquiries were becoming too personal, Jean Blackmore entered, and claimed attention.
“Jean, you’re actually pretty!”
“You really are, Jean.”
“Thank you. I’m sure that’s nice of you.”