"To tell the truth, Bettina," said Alice's vivacious voice over the telephone, "I'd love to come, if it weren't for that—that man!"
"But, Alice, you're going to see him later."
"I know; worse luck! He's the most insufferable person I know! You see, last night we had a little argument, and he was very rude."
"Maybe he's coming to apologize."
"Don't you imagine it! He couldn't. He dislikes society girls above all other people."
"Oh, Alice!"
"Well, he does! He told me so evening before last, out at the park."
"Seems to me you're seeing a good deal of him for a man you feel that way about."
"Well, you started it. You told me that he was a woman-hater, and I thought it would be fun to reform him. At first he thought me fine and sensible, but lately I've been showing him how frivolous I really am. I suppose I hoped that by this time he'd approve of everything I said and did. But he won't. He seems actually to be trying to reform me! And I won't be reformed! I could never be anything but frivolous Alice if I wanted to! I hate those big, slow, serious men, without any fun in them!"
"Cheer up, my dear!" laughed Bettina. "Come tonight, anyhow. I like the frivolous kind, whether he does or not."