"I'm sorry," she replied demurely, "that you've a distaste for the color in my cheeks. I wish I might be able t' rub it off t' suit ye."
He smiled.
"I never seed ye so rosy afore," said he. "You're jus' bloomin' like a flower, Peggy."
"Ah, well," the mendacious little creature replied, with an indifferent shrug of her soft shoulders, "mostly I'm not rosy at all, but there's days when I is. I'm sorry you're offended by rosy cheeks like mine. I'll try not t' have it happen again when you're about."
"I'm not offended, Peggy."
There was that in Dickie Blue's voice to make Peggy Lacey's heart flutter.
"No?" says she.
"Far from it."
"I—I'm s'prised!"
"You—you is jus' beautiful the night, Peggy!"