"Mayn't I please get up?"
"No. Not until your shoes are brushed off," she replied provokingly.
"Let me take the brush then."
"Don't you see I am using it?"
"You could let me take it a second."
"I have been taught to complete one task before I began another," was the tantalizing reply, as she went on with her sweeping.
"The deuce!"
"You must not swear in my presence," she commanded, attempting to conceal a smile.
"Then stop dimpling that dimple."
"Don't you like dimples?" inquired she demurely. "Now Billy Farwell thinks that my dimples—"