“My head felt dull and I came out to get the air,” he answered lamely.
Her eyes looked searchingly into his face.
“It is something more than that. Come, you can’t fool me, your sister. I know your disposition too well. Tell me what the trouble is, Jack, and maybe I can help you out.”
“Well,” he began, desperately, “it’s about Josephine. Have you noticed that she is dancing more often with Bud than anyone else?”
“Meaning yourself, I suppose,” she said with a laugh; “my, but how vain you men are, and I am sure you haven’t any strings on her?”
“That’s right, rub it in,” he grumbled.
She was tapping her fan lightly on his shoulder and smiling queerly at him.
“Well, let me give you a tip and see if you know enough to take advantage of it. When you come to know girls a little better you will learn to act quicker. Josephine hasn’t said a word to me, but I know I am right in this; she is merely dancing often with Bud to make you jealous.”
“What makes you think that?” he demanded eagerly.
She was turning to go and fired a bomb over her shoulder.