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!"