"Well, what do you think of us anyway?"
Then I leaned back with the thought in my mind, "Now here is where, as
Jimmie would say, I get a bunch of hot air."
Bee wheeled around on me eagerly, and I smiled in anticipation.
"Do you really want to know?"
"Of course I do!" I cried, impatiently.
"You asked me, you know," she said, warningly.
"I know I did. Go ahead. Tell me."
"Tell you what I think of you?" said Bee, looking me over as if to find a sensitive spot for her blow to fall on. "Well, I think that you are the most hopelessly bourgeoise mortal I ever knew."
I sat up.
"Bourgeois!" I exploded.