"You're awfully good to me, Clover," he said one night rather suddenly, from the depths of his rocking-chair.
The remark was so little in Phil's line that it quite made her jump.
"Why, Phil, what made you say that?" she asked.
"Oh, I don't know. I was thinking about it. We used to call Katy the nicest, but you're just as good as she is. [This Clover justly considered a tremendous compliment.] You always make a fellow feel like home, as Geoff Templestowe says."
"Did Geoff say that?" with a warm sense of gladness at her heart. "How nice of him! What made him say it?"
"Oh, I don't know; it was up in the canyon one day when we got to talking," replied Phil. "There are no flies on you, he considers. I asked him once if he didn't think Miss Chase pretty, and he said not half so pretty as you were."
"Really! You seem to have been very confidential. And what is that about flies? Phil, Phil, you really mustn't use such slang."
"I suppose it is slang; but it's an awfully nice expression anyway."
"But what does it mean?"
"Oh, you must see just by the sound of it what it means,—that there's no nonsense sticking out all over you like some of the girls. It's a great compliment!"