"What I do?"
"Not now. Sam isn't a one-twelfth friend, is he?"
"No. He's twelve-twelfths. Whole."
"How did you meet him?"
"At Princeton. We went down for a fencing meet and Sam was host for the visiting team. You should have seen him ... the fencer's dream. All in white except for black stockings."
"Did you really work your way through college?"
"Yes Ma'am. I was a telegrapher. I was a telegrapher my last year in high school too."
"Were you friendly with Sam right from the beginning?"
"No. Not until much later." Lennox frowned. "I was jealous at first. Princeton was elegant. Society. And I was trying to climb up from a clam-shack. I hated Sam."
"That's not nice," Gabby said.