«Where do you see these—these men? At your home?»
«Of course not. I meet them just as I did you. Sometimes on the boat, sometimes in the park, sometimes on the street. I'm a pretty good judge of a man. I can tell in a minute if a fellow is one who is likely to get fresh.»
«What do you mean by 'fresh?'»
«Why, try to kiss you—me, I mean.»
«Do any of them try that?» asked Blinker, clenching his teeth.
«Sure. All men do. You know that.»
«Do you allow them?»
«Some. Not many. They won't take you out anywhere unless you do.»
She turned her head and looked searchingly at Blinker. Her eyes were as innocent as a child's. There was a puzzled look in them, as though she did not understand him.
«What's wrong about my meeting fellows?» she asked, wonderingly.