CHAPTER TWO
"Cast your bread upon the waters, and it will come floating back to you in time to be fed out to the next man."
"Bad for the next man's digestion, though!" Bobby Dane commented, as he set down his empty cup. "You needn't offer me any of your second-hand pabulum, Beatrix."
"You probably will be in such dire straits that I shall offer you the first chance at it, Bobby," she retorted.
"Another cup of tea, and two pieces of lemon, please," Sally demanded. "What is the particular appositeness of your remarks, Beatrix?"
"Mr. Arlt and Mrs. Stanley. Also the conservation of philanthropic energy."
Sally stirred her tea with a protesting clatter of the spoon.
"Beatrix, I am glad I didn't go to college. Your mind is appalling; your language is more so. May I ask whether you are going into slumming?"
"For the family credit, I must draw the line at the Salvation Army," Bobby adjured her. "A poke bonnet and a tambourine wouldn't be a proper fruitage for our family tree."