"Yes."
"Well, I got one for you, too—Leon Eckstein says he thinks you're an awfully sweet girl and will make some man a grand wife."
Clara giggled and fingered the gold-fringe edging of Miss Sternberger's sleeve. She spoke slowly and stressed each word alike.
"Well, there's a fellow just got here from Paris yesterday—says you sure know how to dress and that you got a swell figure."
"Who said it?"
"Guess."
"I should know!"
"That fellow over there with Bella Blondheim—the one with the smooth face and grayish hair. I hear he's a swell New York fellow in the importin' business."
"How'd Bella grab him?"
"She's been holdin' on to him like a crawfish all day. She won't let anybody get near him—neither will her mother."