She laughed. "How nicely you say it."
"But you do not take me seriously."
"Does anybody take you seriously?"
"Kind people do."
"And I'm not kind?"
"Not to me—you just give me remnants and fragments of your time. I have hardly seen you for three days."
"Nobody has seen me," she informed him. "I've been doing all sorts of stunts in the shops. I was in town yesterday with Mrs. Martens, and you should see my hats——"
"I'd rather see your hair. Do you know how lovely it is with the sunshine on it——"
"Silly—wait till you see my dream of a picture hat—with yellow roses—to be worn with a shadow lace robe over a primrose slip."
"White and gold—Sophie was foxy to choose that," he said.