"Do they use big words?" I asked.
"Well, they're well read. I'll say that for them," observed Miss
Lazar, with a fine display of fairness
"College girls?"
"Only one of them."
"Which?"
"Guess."
"The tall one."
"I thought she'd be the one you'd pick. You'll have to guess again."
"What made you think I'd pick her for a college girl?" "You'll have to guess that, too. Well, she is an educated girl, all the same."
She volunteered the further information that the tall girl's father was a writer, and, as though anxious lest I should take him too seriously, she hastened to add: "He doesn't write English, though. It's Jewish, or Hebrew, or something."