"I like you better than your aunt," he confessed.
"Of course you do. I've taken pains to have you. But it was just as much as ever that you looked at me twice last night."
"I was afraid of making you too conspicuous."
"A lot you were!" she retorted rudely. "Who was that girl you danced with?"
He smiled wearily.
"Tommy Renwick's cousin from the West."
"She is pretty."
"Very good goods."
"Is she as nice as Tommy?"
"No. There are not many girls as nearly right as Tommy."