"Yes?"
"Doesn't it seem queer to—well, to let three men kiss you at the same time?"
"The idea!" said Agatha, haughtily. "Of course they don't all do it at once. I very seldom see more than one of them in the same evening."
"Oh, don't be silly, Agatha; you must know what I mean. Doesn't it seem—isn't it a little hard to"—
"Why, no," said Agatha, staring, "it's the easiest thing in the world."
"Dear me! You don't feel at all sneaky or confused about it?"
"Confused? Why, no. You see, I've always been engaged to two or three people more or less ever since I was fifteen; of course before that it wasn't really necessary."
"How do you mean?"
"Why, to be engaged, you know! one didn't have to be. But after you're fifteen, it seems rather fast, somehow, to let people kiss you that you're not engaged to."
"I had no idea you were so particular," murmured Lynn, bending down to hide a smile.