"You must have iron feet." "My word! Spoof you, indeed! Not for worlds, if you know what I mean?
I shall expect to see you in the ballroom every evening." But Allie's confidence forsook her at this.

"I'd--be scared stiff.
Folks would laugh.

They haven't got--haven't anything to do but laugh at other folks, and I don't like to be laughed at." "Laugh at you! Fancy that! You're too modest." Delamater adopted the cooing note of a dove.

"'Pon my word, you're too modest.

If you could hear the things I hear--" He paused, not knowing exactly what to say he had heard, but his vagueness, the very eloquence of his hesitation, caused Allie's face to light up.