Be sensible. Wrap him around your little finger and get a ring on the next.
Mother was out, and Sister Sue was putting on her best blouse, so six-year-old Bobby had to entertain Sue's young man. As is the way with his kind, he began to ply the unfortunate caller with questions.
"Mr. Brown," he began, "what is a popinjay?"
"Why—er—a popinjay is a—eh—vain bird."
"Are you a bird, Mr. Brown?"
"No, of course not."
"Well, that's funny. Mother said you were a popinjay, and father said there was no doubt about your being a jay, and Sue said there didn't seem to be much chance of your poppin', and now you say you aren't a bird at all."
Courtship is a bowknot that matrimony pulls into a hard knot.