“Such eyes!” went on Dan; “such hair!—and above all, such a divine expression!”
“Don’t you be taken in by all that, Dan!” broke out Miss Linkin. “I dare say she is a designing young minx!”
“And such a figure!” went on Dan teasingly.
“Squeezed in, I suppose,” said Miss Linkin. “Men always admire thin waists; why, I can’t think!”
“Her waist isn’t thin,” said Dan.
“What is her name?” demanded Miss Linkin.
“Aimée Le Breton,” replied Dan.
“Oh! a Frenchwoman!” cried Miss Linkin. “They are the worst of all.”
“She is of French Canadian stock,” said Dan, “but she is to all intents and purposes an Englishwoman.”
“She can’t be!” contradicted Miss Linkin. “Don’t you talk such rubbish, Daniel.”