What harm has she done?
This isn't a social club, you know--" "I know it isn't! Nobody speaks--or even smiles!" A lump rose in Ethel's throat.

"And she was so nice and friendly!" "I'll bet she was--" "I won't believe it!" Now her face was reddening with self-mortification.

"Do you mean to tell me--living like that--with a companion, even--a prim old maid who looks as though she had left Boston only last night--" A twinkle came into her husband's eyes: "My dear, the friend of a big millionaire always keeps some one from Boston close by." His arm went around her.

"Poor little girl.

I guess I won't have to say any more--" "Perhaps you will and perhaps you won't!" Now again she was nearly choking with rage and with hurt vanity.