I refrained from facetiousness and told her that I was.

"Oh!" she said.

"Well, well, Margaret," I said in a bright and bustling manner, "we haven't

got on very well so far, have we? Can't you think of some subject on which

we can conduct a conversation in words of more than one syllable? The

skilful hostess should so frame her questions that not even the shyest

visitor can fall back on a simple Yes or No. Now," I continued, spreading

myself luxuriously over the chesterfield, "you know how shy I am. Try to

draw me out, dear. I'm waiting."

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