"Did Estelle Brown strike you as being peculiar?" asked Ruth of her sister when they were back in their rooms, getting ready for bed.
"Peculiar? What do you mean?"
"I mean she didn't seem to know whether or not her people were in the profession."
"Yes, she did side-step that a bit."
"Side-step, Alice?"
"Well, avoid answering, if you like that better. But my way is shorter. Say, maybe she has gone into this without her people knowing it, and she wants to keep them from bringing her back."
"Maybe, though it didn't strike me as being that way. It was as though she wasn't quite sure of herself."
"Sure of herself—what do you mean?"
"Well, I can't explain it any better."
"I'll think it over," said Alice, sleepily. "We've got lots to do to-morrow," and she tumbled into bed with a drowsy "good-night."