"She'd go, wouldn't she?"
"Of course! Why not?"
"I'll warrant that sour-looking elephant in the back car wouldn't!" laughed the Colonel. "She's that kind!"
"Oh! I guess you mean Miss Castlevaine. She's the biggest one there is. But she is very nice—sometimes."
"The times are few and far between, aren't they?" he twinkled.
Polly laughed, but said apologetically, "She's been pleasant to me."
"She ought to be; but over at the Tenneys' she looked as if she'd like to be somewhere else. She seemed to keep on the edge of things."
"She doesn't always come in with the rest—feels a little above some of them. She is very proud of her Russian ancestry. Her mother or grandmother was a duchess."
"I thought she was proud of something," observed the Colonel, "and it couldn't be her good looks."
"I think you are pretty hard on her," protested Polly.