“Y’a place pour trois,” said Ciccio.
“Non, je crêverais, là haut. Pas pour moi!”
And they went laughing downstairs.
Miss Pinnegar was sitting with Alvina, determined not to go to Chapel this evening. She sat, rather hulked, reading a novel. Alvina flirted with the two men, played the piano to them, and suggested a game of cards.
“Oh, Alvina, you will never bring out the cards tonight!” expostulated poor Miss Pinnegar.
“But, Miss Pinnegar, it can’t possibly hurt anybody.”
“You know what I think—and what your father thought—and your mother and Miss Frost—”
“You see I think it’s only prejudice,” said Alvina.
“Oh very well!” said Miss Pinnegar angrily.
And closing her book, she rose and went to the other room.