"I see," said Mr. Crockett again. "Well, I'm sorry to have intruded. Take care of your reputation!"
He turned away towards the door.
In that open door Jennie had stood listening. Now her cue had come. She took it promptly. She advanced into the bedroom, stepping lightly on her toes, her pink skirt waving prettily. She smiled her brightest smile at Mr. Crockett.
"He isn't Senator Norman, is he?" she cried gaily.
"He certainly isn't," said Mr. Crockett, looking at her. No man could have helped looking at her.
"You were awfully rude about it," said Jennie, pouting. She had stopped about two feet in front of him.
"Was I?"
"I should say you were. Awfully! You ought to do something to make up for it."
"What ought I to do?" asked Mr. Crockett.
"You might stay for a little supper with Margery and me."