At first he almost thought she had not heard him, but at last she said quietly: "Do you really think that is possible, Donald ?" "You're lovely right now!" answered the boy promptly.
"For goodness' sake, have an eye single to your record for truth and veracity," said Linda.

"Doesn't this begin to smell zippy ?" "It certainly does," said Donald.

"It's making me ravenous.

But honest, Linda, you are a pretty girl." "Honest, your foot!" said Linda scornfully.

"I am not a pretty girl.
I am lean and bony and I've got a beak where I should have a nose.
Speaking of pretty girls, my sister, Eileen, is a pretty girl.