We were doing Florida with a Pennsylvania excursion.
There was a very modest young lady from Boston with our party and a ranch owner from Oklahoma.
I chanced to be near when they were introduced.
"I understand you've traveled some in the West, Miss Beacon?" he said.
"Why, yes; quite extensively. I've been through California, Arizona and New Mexico, where I was shown all the wonderful sights."
"Did you ever see the Cherokee Strip?" he asked, anxious to tell of his broad domain in that wonderland.
There was a painful silence, but finally she looked over her glasses at him, and said:
"In the first place, sir, I deem your question exceedingly rude; and in the second, you might have been more refined in your language by asking me if I had ever seen the Cherokee disrobe."