"Ah, yes. But our greatest problem is the overactive young female. Young males can be siphoned off in one way or another—work to be done that, unfortunately, females, can't also do." Scholar Ross smiled at Mr. and Mrs. Harrison. "So we actually are grateful for the lethargic types. They provide us with a fine sobering influence upon the—"
The scholar was interrupted by a wordless cry from beyond the French windows.
The Harrisons, the Hanfords, and Scholar Ross leaped to their feet and started for the terrace. They did not get all the way to the French doors, for Gloria Hanford came stamping in. Her eyes were bright, and she was dusting one palm with the other.
"What—?"
Gloria snapped, "Someone been feeding that oaf red meat?"
"But what happened?" asked Mr. Harrison.
"Oh, I could stand the big dummy acting as if he'd never been alone with a girl before in all his life. But to ask me for a kiss!"
"Is that what caused the eruption?" said Scholar Ross.
"When he asked me for a kiss, I told him that I was saving my kisses for a man!"