She bent her head to hide a smile, and said in a voice adorably soft:
"Dick, shut your eyes."
"Viviette!" he cried, with sudden hope.
"No. Shut your eyes. Turn round. Now tell me," she continued, when he had turned obediently, "just what I've got on. No!" she held him by the shoulders, "you're not to move."
Now, she was wearing a white blouse and a blue skirt and tan shoes, and a yellow rose was pinned at her bosom.
"What dress am I wearing?"
"A light-coloured thing," said Dick.
"And what's it trimmed with?"
"Lace," said the unfortunate man. Lace indeed!
"And what coloured boots?"