"Pshaw, tell it," urged Doane. "It's about the Virgin Mary, Robert."
Dora was firm: "It's not a bachelor's story," she insisted.
"Most of your stories are bachelors' stories, Dora," said Kimberly.
Dora threw away her cigarette. "Listen to that! Didn't I tell you?" she asked appealing to Doane. "Robert is getting to be a real nice man."
In an effort to appease both sides, Doane laughed, but somewhat carefully.
"I got into trouble only the other day in telling that story," continued Dora, with the same undercurrent of defiance.
Effectively dressed, though with a tendency to color, and with dark, regular features, flushed a little at night, Dora Morgan had a promise of manner that contrasted peculiarly with her freedom of tongue.
"Tell us about it, Dora?" said Lottie Nelson.
"It was over at The Towers. I was telling the story to Uncle John. His blood is red, yet," she added without looking at Robert Kimberly to emphasize her implication.
"Uncle John!" echoed Fritzie, at fault. "Did Uncle John object?"