"What you need," he persisted calmly, "is someone who would sit down and simply talk good, plain English to you."
"Let 'er go."
"In the first place I will call attention to your method of dressing."
"Anything wrong with it?"
"I knew you'd be interested."
She slipped into a chair and sat cross-legged in it, her elbows on her knees and her chin cupped in both her hands.
"Sure I'm interested. If there's a new way fixin' ham-and, serve it out."
"I would begin," he went on judiciously, "by saying that you dressed in five minutes in the dark."
"It's generally dark at 5 a.m.," she admitted.
"You look, on the whole, as if you'd fallen into your clothes."