"Well, he recovered my hat, held his umbrella over me while I put it on again, gave me his umbrella and he took my crippled one."
"Is that all?"
"We talked some."
"Talked? Good gracious!"
"Yes, talked, Sarah—really talked."
"Why, Edith!"
"Now, Sarah, be sensible, and listen. He was so polite, so courteous—"
"They're all that way," interrupted Sarah, a man hater.
"—but him," returned Edith, not meaning it in the same sense that Sarah did. "I was going to say, Sarah, that I could not resist his good face."
"Who is he?" asked Sarah, coldly.