“If she did not know it, there would be nothing to know,” said David severely.
Polly’s smile broadened. “I was thinking,” she resumed, “of what Patricia said the other day. Marietta has just been elected president of the Much Ado Club in place of Ruth Mansfield. You know the Mansfields are going to live in California. Ruth has grown pretty stout, and Marietta looks as if she would blow away. Somebody was wondering if she could fill Ruth’s place, and Patricia said very soberly, ‘I think she’ll wabble about a little.’ Wasn’t that bright?”
“Unkind,” he answered forbiddingly.
“Oh, David!” she sighed, “you are so matter-of-fact. You don’t like Patty any better than ever.”
“There is not much of her to like,” he said quietly.
“David Collins!”
“It is true.”
“Every one but you thinks she is lovely,” asserted Polly.
“Probably they don’t require depth.”
“Patricia isn’t shallow,” she retorted.