"Why not?" Duane, not unnaturally, wanted to know.
Kitty felt herself turning crimson and blurted out, "Well, you see, it might be rather awkward."
"Awkward? How?"
"What I mean is that you and I aren't exactly friends."
Duane lifted her glance now, and kept it fixed on Kitty, but merely remarked coolly:
"Aren't we?"
"You know we are not," replied Kitty, a little impatiently. "We never have been. We felt—felt antagonistic the very first moment we met each other."
"You did, I suppose," rejoined Duane. "I don't know that I felt anything at all. However, that's no reason why we need go on being antagonistic, is it?"
"What do you mean?" demanded Kitty, bluntly.
Duane leaned back in her chair and smiled lazily at Kitty.