There were few men of Keith's age in Gumbolt who did not attend its sessions and pay their tribute over the green tables that stretched along the big, low room.
In fact, Miss Terpsichore was not of that class that forget either friends or foes; whatever she was she was frankly and outspokenly.

Mr.
Plume informed Keith that she was "down on him." "She's got it in for you," he said.

"Says she's goin' to drive you out of Gumbolt." "Well, she will not," said Keith, with a flash in his eye.
"She is a good friend and a good foe," said the editor.

"Better go and offer a pinch of incense to Diana.

She is worth cultivating.