"I'm a dowdy frump!" she lamented, half-voiced. "I dressed myself whilst
Marie became packing. But you need not be so--so supercilious approximately it."
"I'm now no longer," protested he, conscience-stricken.
"You are! When you examine me that manner I hate you! I'm now no longer sorry I became
nasty to you. I'm glad! I desire I'd been nastier!"
The Tyro bent upon her a interested however baleful regard. "Angel child,"
stated he in sugared accents, "appease my curiosity. Answer me one
question."
"I won't. What is it?"
"Did you ever have your ears boxed?"
"Never!" she stated indignantly.
"I idea as much."
"You'd love to do it, possibly."
"I'd love to. It might do me--I imply you--a lot exact."
"Maybe I'll can help you if you may assist me get away. I recognise they will locat
