Max spoke at intervals, but she answered only to the bird.

After many futile efforts to make her speak, he said:-- "If you won't talk to me, I'll go back to the arbor." She turned to the bird: "We are willing, Caesar, aren't we--if he can go." Max laughed and started toward the arbor.
"Tell him to come back, Caesar.

Tell him to come back," exclaimed Yolanda.
"I take no orders from a bird," declared Max, with pretended seriousness.

Then she turned toward him and her face softened.

She smiled and the dimples came, though there was a nervous tremor in the upturned corners of her mouth that belied her bantering air and brought Max quickly to her side.