"Then please stay cheered up and keep this shape. I like it awfully."
"It's very hard to be cheerful when one is forgotten overnight," she complained.
"There's some excuse for me. You didn't have on this—this angel-cloth dress; and you looked so—"
"Dowdy," she put in promptly. "So you said—quite loud."
"Be merciful! I never did really get a good look at you, you know. Just the tip of your nose—"
"Red."
"Help! And a glimpse of your face through a mess of veils—"
"Such a mess of a face."
"Spare my life! How can I apologize properly when you—"
"You're beyond all apology. Couldn't you at least recognize my voice? I'm supposed, in spite of my facial defects, to have rather a pleasant voice."