"Not The Boy, Jack's ancient enemy."
"The same."
"I can't believe it."
"Neither could I, at first, but I have been interviewing him and I find I am not mistaken. He and Jack are getting as thick as thieves. I think she has descanted upon her locket and chain, her frock, her sash, her silk stockings and slippers, and I am not sure but she has taken off her hair ribbon to show him the 'crawlity' as Jean says. They have been my sole entertainment for the past half hour, for Mr. Pinckney is engaged in making love to an old lady with white curls."
"Nonsense!" said Nan. "Old people like that don't make love."
"Don't they?" returned Carter. "I mean to when I'm that old."
"You silly," returned Nan contemptuously.
"Returning to the subject of Jack," said Carter, "she seems to have made a profound impression. I am sure Master Clarence Opdyke is greatly struck."
"That's what he was the first time he met Jack," said Nan laughing.
"Oh, Nan, what a pun," groaned Carter. "It is unworthy of a girl of your brilliant intellect. Say, have you had any of those delectable eatings in there, or have you been so busy feeding the animals that you didn't get a chance to slide anything into your own mouth?"