"Why, Betty, this is first-class! Mr. Wright said I ought to get some one to play with me."
"I should just love to do it, Bob."
There is a long pause. Betty feels she ought to say something more, but doesn't know how to begin.
"A little lower still."
"I say, Betty"—Bob is speaking in quite a different tone of voice now—"I say, you didn't really think I meant to buy the violin, did you?"
"Why, Bob, didn't you say so?"
"No; I said I'd take it if it suited me. Charlie Wright—my teacher's boy, you know—wanted to change it away for my old camera."
"O Bob, I'm so glad—so very, very glad. Oh, why didn't you tell me before?"