“In France,” began Miette, “they do not make love at all, I believe.”
This brought forth all kinds of calls and suggestions. Finally, Nita, for it was she who was leading this number, said in a strained voice:
“Tell us what they do—how do they get acquainted?”
There was a hum of excitement as Miette stood up and faced the audience.
“In France,” she began, “when it is time for a young lady to marry, her parents make it known to her friends. Then, if some young man also wishes to marry, he has told his friends. After that the young lady is taken out by her chaperon, or maid, or perhaps her mother, and the young man is told that at a certain hour he may see her pass some place mutually agreed upon. She ‘knows he is looking, but she does not look at him.’”
“Oh, her opinion doesn’t count,” interrupted some one.
“Silence!” called the Ranger. “Proceed.”
“Of course,” continued Miette, who was plainly much embarrassed, “I do not exactly know.”
“Just make a guess,” commanded the leader.
“After that, should the young man approve of the young lady, they meet at a dinner or some function.”