“Do you like my looks?” she asked complacently.
“Yes,” replied Flutters, astonished; “you are a Miss Van Vleet, aren't you?”
“Yes, I'm Miss Pauline Van Vleet.”
“I thought so,” Flutters remarked, just by way of saying something.
“It is best never to say what you think,” said Miss Pauline solemnly. “Folks get themselves into trouble that way.”
Flutters felt inclined to suggest that people would be very stupid and uninteresting if they did not sometimes say what they thought, but wisely concluded it was better not to start an argument with this peculiar young person.
“Are you a new Boniface?” asked Pauline, scanning him closely.
“No, not exactly,” laughed Flutters.
“I did not ask what you were exactly; are you a new Boniface at all?”
What a queer question, thought Flutters, and then went to work to answer it to the best of his ability.