"Oh! That is just lovely. I think I would rather have one smell kind of smoky any how. I just abominate these scrupulously clean men who saturate the atmosphere with Jockey Club; it is too much like 'shop.' Ugh!"
"Sh!" said Hazel, "they are coming. Welcome, Mr. Wagner, and here is a poor unfortunate, Mr. Wagner, who is on her way to China; she says she is going to bring back a Chinaman or die in the attempt—Miss Asquith."
"You need not go to China for 'em. I've got one down at the ranch that I'd just as lieve swap as not."
"Is he the genuine article with a dragon on his blouse?" retorted Miss Asquith. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Wagner."
"Thanks; and, Chiquita, who would have thought it? You here, and, well, this beats me," turning to Jack, who was enjoying the scene.
"My surprise I promised you," said he.
"Surprise, well I should say so, sure as gun's made of iron, but tell me—"
"I'll tell you myself," broke in Chiquita. "Yamanatz's daughter has been to college for the last six or eight years. Chiquita has adopted the life of her white sisters." She said it rather regretfully, Cal thought, but he replied:
"The flower of the Utes is a daisy, sure as gun's made of iron."
"Now, Mr. Wagner, that is not fair; you might have said something nice about me," playfully remarked Miss Asquith.