at plenty! No fooling, you've got more curves than a French Horn and"
"That's out!" I interrupted severely, moving toward the edge of the float. "Be yourself, you're not at home now!"
"But I don't mean anything wrong," he says quickly. "I just like you and you're going to like me, too, when you know me better. Let's see—this is Monday, isn't it? Well, tonight we'll have dinner together and see a show, tcmorrow I'll take you to the ball game, Wednesday we'll go to the races and dance somewhere at night, Thursday we'll have tea at the Ritz, Friday we'll take a nice long auto ride, Saturday we'll watch a good movie and Sunday we can stay home in your parlor—because by that time, I'll be down to my last friend's last dime!"
Don't you love that?
"Tommy," I smiled. "You're all wet!"
But, really, that didn't even slow him up. I guess he thought my remark applied to his water-soaked bathing suit! He persisted in trying to build himself up with me for the next half hour or more and sold himself so successfully that at last I agreed to one dinner engagement. Ladies must eat!
When, apropos of nothing, I casually mentioned the fact that I was created at Bountiful, Utah, Thomas delightedly rose to remark that we were the same as
