“Yes,” she nodded; “I’ve heard that.”
“Well, don’t they?” he persisted.
“I don’t remember ever getting any bill of that size,” she answered with a smile.
“What do your bills amount to?” he inquired.
Miss Winthrop hesitated a moment.
“If you want to know,” she answered finally, “this hat cost me some three dollars with the trimmings. And if I ever paid more than twenty-five dollars for a suit, I’d want some one to appoint a guardian for me.”
There certainly was a wide margin of difference here in the estimates made by two women––a difference not accounted for, as far as Don could see, in the visible results. He would have liked to continue more into details, but Miss Winthrop rose as if to put an end to this subject.
“I’m hungry,” she announced.
“Right,” he nodded. “There’s my basket over there, and I’ll let you set the table.”