“Suppose I had so definite a hope?”
“I might help you.”
“What are you, please?”
“I am the Left-Over Girl.”
“I don’t wish to be ungracious, but that does not help me much. Who or what has left you over?”
“Circumstances. In the course of the great readjustment I am left out, lost in the shuffle, if you like.” This idea seemed to please her. “Marriage is like any other game, isn’t it? He calls her bluff—”
“Don’t!” I protested. “These card game allusions perplex me as much as the paradox which I have encountered in my travels this year, that poker is popular in New England and dominoes in Texas.”
“But somebody told me that they play a very wicked kind of dominoes in Texas, and I know that they play a very moral kind of poker in New England.”