Rose looked at him with interest. Such precision and unhesitancy of speech she had not heard since leaving college.
Mary glowed with gratified admiration. The Jew was delighted, although he did not quite follow the implied rebuke. Miss Fletcher merely said:
"If Mr. Reed don't like Chicago he is privileged to go back to Boston. I don't think Chicago would experience any shock if he did."
Mr. Reed wilted a little, but he was not crushed.
"The trouble with you people is you don't know anything about any other city. You come in here from Oshkosh and Kalamazoo, and Okookono—"
"Hit him on the back!" called Mary, "he's choking."
"O-con-o-mo-woc," calmly interpreted Miss Fletcher.
Reed recovered—"And a lot more outlandish places—"
"How about Squantum and Skowhegan and Passamaquoddy," laughed Mary.
Reed collapsed—"O well, those are old, familiar—"