The dragon-fly
we're going to breed to a biplane, you know," he reminded her
slyly.
"Indeed! Well, I shall stick to my doodle-bug. He's more
euphonious. Now, repeat it."
"Let me off this time," he pleaded. "I'm all right--quite
recovered. It's only at the start that it's so bad."
"Very well," she agreed. "But you're not to forget it. And next
time we meet you're to be sure and say it over until you're sane."
"Sane!" he said resentfully. "I'm as sane as any one you know.
It's the job of KEEPING sane in this madhouse of the tropics
that's almost driven me crazy."
"Lovely!" she approved. "Well, now that you've recovered, I'll
tell you what I came out to say. I'm sorry that I missed you."
"Missed me?" he repeated. "Oh, you have missed me, then? That's
nice. You see, I've been so busy for the last three or four days--"
"No; I haven't missed you a bit," she declared indignantly. "The
conceit of the man!"
"But you said you w-w-were sorry you'd--"
"Don't be wholly a beetle! I meant I was sorry not to see you when
you came to call on me this morning."
"I didn't come to call on you this morning.
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