"Oh, that counter-jumper?"
She looked at him in surprise. "He's an awfully nice fellow," said she. "About the nicest in town."
"Of course," replied Sam elaborately. "I beg your pardon. They think differently about those things in the East."
"What thing?"
"No matter."
Sam, whose secret dream was to marry some fashionable Eastern woman and cut a dash in Fifth Avenue life, had no intention of explaining what was what to one who would not understand, would not approve, and would be made auspicious of him. "I suppose Ruth and Sinclair'll pair off and give us a chance."
"You'll come?"
"Right after din—supper, I mean. In the East we have dinner in the evening."
"Isn't that queer!" exclaimed Susan. But she was thinking of the joys in store for her at the close of the day.
"I must go back now," said Sam. Far up the street he saw his sister's pony cart coming.