"You weren't reading; your book was upside down! A fine time to be dreaming!"
"Not dreaming; I was thinking," he answered, and though a smile went with the words there was a note in his tone that instantly caught her attention.
"Why, David!" she murmured.
She came round in front of him as she spoke, and again, a second time that evening, her voice was slow with wonder.
"David, what's wrong?" asked Bab.
He shook his head.
"Nothing," he said. Then as he looked her over, from the crown of her soft brown hair to her little golden slippers, David's lips parted.
"Bab, you're lovely tonight!" he murmured. "That gown makes you more than ever lovely!"
Bab dropped him a curtsy.
"Recognize it? It's the same rose gown you liked the other night!"