"It is a woman's duty to make herself agreeable."
"Not to every impudent young versifier who thinks to do her honor with his attention," replied Bessie, smiling mischievously as she rebuked an unruly ringlet with one dimpled hand.
"But I have no such idea," protested Moore, quite baffled by her behavior.
"No? Surely a young man who proposes marriage to two different girls in one afternoon must think very well of himself?"
Moore groaned, and gave the girl an appealing glance that failed to accomplish anything.
"Ah, Bessie, you have no heart!"
"Have you, Mr. Moore?"
"You have had it these two years, Bessie," he replied, fervidly.
"You are quite mistaken, sir," quoth she, in tones of conviction. "I would have no use for such a thing, so would not accept it. You are thinking of some other girl, Mr. Moore."
"I am thinking of you, Bessie."