"I'm not ragging!" declared Irma earnestly. "I tell you I really mean it. What's more, I've seen him!"
"When?"
"Where?"
Irma enjoyed an audience. She sat down on Janet's bed with the pleasant consciousness that she had gripped her listeners.
"I went into the study this afternoon to fetch Miss Kennedy's fountain-pen, and I found Hopscotch there—alone with a gentleman. I'm afraid I surprised them."
"Did they look embarrassed?"
"Well, they both stopped talking, and stared at me while I hunted about for the pen. I felt embarrassed!"
"What's he like?"
"Middle-aged, with a moustache that's growing grey—not bad-looking on the whole."
"It would be very suitable," decided the others.