She burst into a laugh, and said, "You're a hell of a fellow, you are."
"I know I misbehaved myself, but I couldn't help it. Miss
Kalmanovitch is too fat, you know, and her hands perspire so."
"She's a charmin' girl," she returned, with a hearty laugh. "I wish her mother was half so good."
"Was she angry, her mother?"
"Was she! She put all the blame on me. I invited her daughter on purpose to make fun of her, she says. My, how she carried on!"
"I'm really sorry, but it's a matter of taste, you know."
"I know it is. I don't blame you at all."
"So you and I are friends again, aren't we?"
She laughed
"Well, then, you have no objection to my being sweet on Stella, have you?"