Who would--if they were seventeen! It's"-- and she gave a faint shudder--"the stupidity I loathe, and being stared at by old fat men.

Beasts!" Hennie gave her a quick look and then peered out of the window.
We drew up before an immense palace of pink-and-white marble with orange-trees outside the doors in gold-and-black tubs.
"Would you care to go in ?" I suggested.
She hesitated, glanced, bit her lip, and resigned herself.

"Oh well, there seems nowhere else," said she.

"Get out, Hennie." I went first--to find the table, of course--she followed.

But the worst of it was having her little brother, who was only twelve, with us.