“Oh, well, do me something in free verse; you don’t need even an idea for that!”
“Ah, the reality doesn’t need metrical embellishment!”
“Thanks so much; I ought to have something clever to hand back to you. Constance always know just what to say to a man. I have the courage, but I haven’t the brains for a first-class flirt.”
“Men are timid creatures,” he said mournfully. “I haven’t the slightest initiative in these matters. You are charming and the light of your eyes was stolen from the stars. Does that have the right ring?”
“Well, hardly! You’re not intense enough! You make me feel as though I were a freak of some kind. Oh, George——”
“Yes, Nellie——” Whitford answered from the piano.
“You must teach Bruce to flirt. His education’s been neglected.”
“He’s in good hands now!” Whitford replied.
“Oh, Bruce is hopeless!” exclaimed Connie, who was seated beside Whitford at the piano. “I gave him a try-out and he refused to play!”
“Then I give up right now!” Mrs. Burton cried in mock despair.