"It's a good idea, to make her jealous," pursued his sister. "Nothing like jealousy to stimulate interest."
"Josephine is not that sort of woman."
"You know better. All women are that sort. All men, too. Of course, some men and women grow angry and go away when they get jealous while others stick closer. So one has to be judicious."
"Josephine and I understand each other far too well for such pettiness."
"Try her. No, you needn't. You have."
"Didn't I tell you——"
"Then what was she questioning you about?"
"Just to show you how wrong you were, I'll tell you. She was asking me about a poor little girl down at the office—one she wants to help."
Ursula laughed. "To help out of your office, I guess. I thought you'd lived long enough, Fred, to learn that no woman trusts any man about any woman. Who is this 'poor little girl'?"
"I don't even know her name. One of the typewriters."