"You don't admire my little niece?" she said, in her tone of seeking information merely.
"No," shouted Norma from the hearthrug. "He thinks she's too colorless, too much tied up with inhibitions to be interesting."
"Of course, I see your niece's great charm," he answered; "but, as I said the other night, we all have our own type—the type that particularly appeals—and I am attracted to a more active, aggressive type."
"That's why he likes me," said Norma, with her mouth not empty of chocolate cake—"because I lead a great, free, ramping life. Isn't that true, Ken?"
"I'm sure it's true you lead a great, free, ramping life, Norma," said her aunt.
"Yes, and that's why I'm so healthy," answered Norma, and she danced a little on her flat-heeled shoes. They were large shoes, but then, she was a large woman.
Aunt Georgy was surprised to find herself a partisan. It annoyed her to hear her favorite niece dismissed as attractive to other men but not to this reader of human hearts.
She said almost pettishly, "Evie is healthy, too—one of the healthiest people I ever knew."
"I bet she has dreams," said Norma.
"I doubt it."