"Some particularly sunny day in June, perhaps."
"June! Listen to this man! The very nearest June is seven months off!"
"And I don't believe it will be next June, either," he said with a grin.
"Jim!"
"Yes?"
"You're a plain masculine brute! You say you know what I am. If you do, tell me now! I maintain that I'm only a silken rustle and a hint of scent. Am I a louder episode than that, Jim?"
"The vault of heaven rings with you!" he assured her, laughing.
"Harmoniously?"
"Entrancingly."
"Well, that's better," she nodded dubiously. "Evidently I'm not the kind of a noise that gets arrested. Jim, when the others come in, shall we have supper?"