"I know it."
"I figured it out. It will be at least two hundred and seventy-two days before we are down here together again."
"Will it? We might visit each other in the winter."
"We might, but will we? You know my parents and I know yours. They always have other plans for their offspring in the vacations."
"How is your mother?" Elizabeth asked.
"She's pretty good. I did Mother an injustice. She's a better loser than I thought she'd be. She's been awfully decent to Ruth. Elizabeth, do you know what I found out about Ruth?"
"Oh, what?"
"I found out why she broke her engagement. I would have broken mine. She found out that he falsified his income tax report. He bragged about it to her. He thought it was smart. She wouldn't stand for it, that's all. If he hadn't given himself away, she'd be Mrs. Millionaire-slacker-Piggy Chambers, and half over to Europe by this time."
"I don't like to think of it."
"Well, then, think of me," said Peggy. "You don't care as much as I care. You are going back to your Jean and you like her best. There, I said I would bite my tongue out before I said that to you, and now I've gone and said it."