"You certainly can express things wonderfully!"
"Oh no! But I do try to see the funny side of things. It helps, I think. Don't you?"
"Yes, indeed. There's nothing like a sense of humor."
"No, is there?"
"I'm always sorry for people who haven't any."
"Aren't you?"
This sedate conversation was getting them nowhere. It had been different in her anticipation. But she was sustained, as they went along the Boardwalk, by the knowledge that they were a good-looking couple. She felt that to deny one's own good looks was both silly and ungrateful. She had written in her Journal:
"It isn't Outer Beauty that I want, and yet I must be grateful for this gift that makes me able to give pleasure to so many. And I can't help knowing that some kind people think I'm lovely-looking. I can't put my fingers in my
