"Aren't you complimentary," she laughed, her black eyes looking into his with a twinkle.
"No, it's so," he returned, and then asked hopefully, "Are you going to the dinner on the 16th?"
"Maybe," she said. "I haven't made up my mind. It all depends."
"On what?"
"On how I feel and who asks me."
"I shouldn't think there'd be any trouble about that," he observed. "If I had a girl I'd go," he went on, making a terrific effort to reach the point where he could ask her. She saw his intention.
"Well?" she laughed.
"Would you go with me?" he ventured, thus so shamelessly assisted.
"Sure!" she said, for she liked him.
"That's fine!" he exclaimed. "Where do you live? I'll want to know that." He searched for a pencil.