The bonnie lassie raised her eyebrows at me, affecting aggrieved
innocence. Wont do what. She inquired.
Whatever it is that youre trying to wheedle me into.
The eyebrows resumed their normal arch, and a dimple flickered in the
corner of the soft lips. By this i knew that the case was hopeless. Oh,
but youve already done it, she said.
Help. Tell me the worst and get it over with.
It must be lovely to be rich, said the bonnie lassie meditatively.
And so generous.