“A Valentine,” repeated William shortly, annoyed at its reception.
“Oh,” said Miss Dobson.
Robert led her over to the recess by the window which contained two chairs. William followed, carrying his chair. He sat down beside them. Both ignored him.
“Quite a nice day, isn’t it?” said Robert.
“Isn’t it?” said Miss Dobson.
“Miss Dobson,” said William, “I’m always dreamin’ of you when I’m awake.”
“What a pretty idea of yours to have a Valentine’s Day party,” said Robert.
“Do you think so?” said Miss Dobson coyly.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re like a bottled cherry?” said William doggedly.
“Do you know ... this is the first Valentine I’ve ever given anyone?” said Robert.