Eve repentant was Eve in her most charming mood. On Sunday morning she had apologized to Richard. "I was horrid, Dicky."
"Last night? You were. I wouldn't have believed it of you, Eve."
"Oh, well, don't be a prig. Do you remember how we used to make up after a quarrel?"
He laughed. "We had to go down on our knees."
She went down on hers, sinking slowly and gracefully to the floor. "Please, I'm sorry."
"Eve, will you ever grow up?"
"I don't want to grow up," wistfully. "Dicky, do you remember that after I had said I was sorry you always bought chocolate drops, and made me eat them all. You were such a good little boy, Richard."
"I was not," hotly.
"Why is it that men don't like to be told that they were good little boys? You are a good little boy now."
"I'm not."