"Vanessa Vollenberg," answered Leonetta.
"It sounds foreign," was the mother's quiet comment.
"As a matter of fact, it is."
"It sounds a little Jewish."
"She is a Jewess," Leonetta admitted.
Mrs. Delarayne purred approvingly over her remarkable display of insight.
"She's very beautiful and wonderfully clever," Leonetta pursued.
"How old?"
"A year older than I am,—eighteen and a half."
"Jewesses are always pretty at that age," Mrs. Delarayne muttered, glancing at her daughter furtively for a moment.