Dear Jones: Wh—what—wh—why? I don’t understand you.
Baby Van Rensselaer: To pretend that you don’t know that Hitchcock woman!
Dear Jones [innocently]: Was that Miss Hitchcock? I didn’t recognize her.
Baby Van Rensselaer: If this is your idea of humor, Mr. Jones, it is simply offensive!
Dear Jones: But, upon my soul, I didn’t know the girl—nor she me!
Baby Van Rensselaer: You didn’t know her? After you have been staying two weeks at her house at Newport?
Dear Jones [with something like dignity]: I was staying at her father’s house, Miss Van Rensselaer, and Miss Hitchcock was away on a visit.
Baby Van Rensselaer: Up the Saguenay, perhaps?
Dear Jones: Very likely. Miss Hitchcock may have left a large part of the Saguenay unexplored for all I know. I was introduced to her party only half an hour before we got off the boat at Quebec.