"I oughtn't to have given you all these dances.

It's perfectly fatal for a girl to show such preference for one man.

But we are so congenial, and you do remind me--" "If it's embarrassing to you--" began Sandy, grasping the straw with both hands.
"Not one bit," she asserted.

"If you would rather have a good confidential time here with me than to meet a lot of silly little girls, then I don't care what people say.

But, as I was telling you, I met him the year I came out, and he was interested in me right off--" On and on and on she went, and Sandy ceased to struggle.