So soon had she caught the trick of calling all persons by a Christian name! Amy, from a greater experience, noticed the more naïve satisfaction of Patricia at the habit, and was amused by it.
"Yes. And then there's Harry Greenlees, of course," she prompted, a little inquisitively.
"Yes, Harry. He's awfully nice and amusing," said Patricia. She was instinctively guarded.
"Quite," replied Amy, now very dry. She shot a glance at her friend that hinted suspicion. "You see in that one evening you made three new friends...."
There was a pause; and then Patricia, who knew nothing of suspicion, went on:
"Amy ... do you know Rhoda Flower?"
"In a way. Not well. Just from seeing her at that sort of thing—and hearing about her. She isn't any good."
"What sort of things do you hear?" Patricia had caught that note, at least, and was stung by it to a question. Amy shrugged, since she had no fact to communicate.
"Oh, nothing ... Nothing really. But of course they're always together."