CHAPTER VI — CHARLIE WEBSTER ENTERTAINS
That evening at the supper table, Mr. Pollock politely informed him that Alix Crown had returned from Michigan, looking as fit as a fiddle.
"You've been so sort of curious about her, Court?" (it had not taken the male boarders long to dispense with formalities), "that I thought you'd be interested in knowing that she's home. Got back last evening. Her Packard automobile met her at the depot up in the city. You'll know her when you see her. Tall girl and fairly good-looking. Puts on an awful lot of 'dog.' What is it you fellows in the Army call it? Swunk?"
"Swank," said Courtney, rather shortly. He was still smarting under the sting of his afternoon's experience.
"Lemme help you to some more squash, Mr. Thane," said Margaret Slattery in his ear. "And another biscuit."
"Thank you, no," said he.
"What's the matter with your appetite?" she demanded. "You ain't hardly touched anything this evenin'. Sick?"
"I'm not hungry, Margaret."