"Well, if I'm spoiling everything I'll just run along," said the girl.
"No, don't. Please stay," said Peter.
"You can walk me home," the girl said, smiling archly, "if you don't talk about Gypsies and horrid things like that."
"Can I walk you home?" Peter asked, his disappointment forgotten, his whole being an ecstasy of expectation.
"Sure, you can walk me home," Maxine said. "Walking a girl home don't mean anything. I let lots of fellows walk me home."
"Gee, Maxine. Gee, you're beautiful tonight."
"Did you notice the hobble skirt?"
"Did I notice it! How could I help but notice it?"
"I just coaxed and teased till Mamma had to get it for me."