Compliment
　　"Larry! Come here!" said his furious mother, putting the telephone down, " I’ve just had a call 　　from Mrs. Harrison about your behavior to her Doris at the school dance last night. You wretched, rude boy!"
　　"I was nice to her, Mum, really I was!" protested the youth.
　　"I even paid her a compliment when we had a dance."
　　"Did you, indeed?" said his mother grimly, "And what exactly did you say?"
　　"I said, Gosh, Doris, you sweat less than any fat girl I’ve ever danced with!"
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