“Did it!” said Philip, with emphasis. “Well, rather!”
“As how?” asked Herron.
“To begin with, she was no lady,” Van Reypen asserted.
“Just what do you mean?” pursued Herron.
“That’s a little harsh,” Patty demurred, “but she certainly acted queer.”
“What do you care?” Herron demanded, “she served the purpose of chaperon, when no one else was there to do so.”
“Yes, I know. The principal thing I noticed that seemed strange was that she didn’t knit!”
“My goodness gracious! I never thought of that!” exclaimed Herron.
“Perhaps she couldn’t,” laughed Patty.
“At least, she could have made a stab at it, which is what most women do. Oh, you needn’t laugh! I’ve observed them! They spend more time holding their work off and looking at it, or counting stitches, or picking back—whatever that is!—or correcting mistakes, or, just patting and pinching the thing!”