"So you think there was nothing immoral in sitting on the stairs with you in my nightie?"
"Was there?"
"Of course not. Clean minds are independent of clothes. As for clothing, I often wish these were Greek times and I were rid of all my duds except sandals and a scarf."
"It's all very well for you to wish that, Thusis, but consider the spectacle of the Princess Pudelstoff, for example, in Olympian attire——"
And Thusis went off into a gale of laughter, endangering our mutual stability on the camp-stool. Which scared her,—an unpremeditated bath in the pool having been narrowly averted—and she said again that it was silly of us to sit there like a pair of imbecile dicky-birds.
"Then tune up, Thusis. You seem to know a lot of songs. I liked that odd, weird, sweet little song you kept singing about Naxos and Tenedos."
"I didn't suppose you noticed it, Michael."
"I notice everything concerning you."
Looking at her sideways I saw the charming color deepen in her cheeks.
"Is that paying court to you or making love to you?" I added.