He knew how to talk with girls.
I was instantly put on unceremonious terms.
How beautifully he once slipped “Miss” in addressing me! His gracefully-sounding “Pardon me, I mean Miss Morning Glory!” pleased me enormously.
I told him that it was a regular humbug to be particular.
“I will call you Oscar, shall I?” I said, winking.
I felt some fervid water oozing down my cheeks. I was blushing.
I was glad that he was not Mr. Ellis, Jr. The word “Jr.” appears to me like a ragged papa’s old coat which is dreadfully out of fashion.
“Will you let me paint you?” he requested.
“Am I beautiful enough, do you think?” I said, dropping my eyelids.
“Only too charming!” he said bravely.