"And yet," said Van Lennop, "I'm somehow glad you are. But what has happened? Who has hurt you? Did something go wrong at this wonderful dinner of which you told me? Were you not after all quite the prettiest girl there?"
"I wasn't asked!"
Van Lennop's eyes widened.
"You were not? Why, I thought the belle of Crowheart was always asked."
"Not now; I'm a biscuit-shooter; I work—and—'Society must draw the line somewhere.'"
"Who said that?" Amazement was in Van Lennop's tone.
"Mr. Symes said it to Mrs. Symes, Mrs. Symes said it to Mrs. Jackson, Mrs. Jackson said it to Mrs. Tutts, Mrs. Tutts said it to me."
"Of whom?"
"Of me."
"But what society?" Van Lennop's face still wore a puzzled look.