"But who is he? I think he's terribly handsome. And distinguished-looking. Superior to our kind of nonsense."
"Who are you talking about, Betty?" Her dancing partner pretended to be in doubt. "Me?"
A whirlwind of girls' laughter. Then one of them saying:
"You distinguished-looking! Or handsome! She means the sixty-nine-dollar serge suit."
Good God! Was there a price tag on him?
"Oh, the animal trainer!" They laughed again. Then Gloria came and they called to her, demanding:
"Who is he?"
"Oh," said Gloria carelessly, "he is an old friend of papa's and his name is King."
They went in, two of the girls lingering a little behind the others.
Gloria and another. The other, bantering and yet curious, said:
"Georgia told me all about a Mr. King up in the mountains this spring. And that it looked like love at first sight to her. 'Fess up, Glory, my dear."