"Of course. I do wonder if Dorothea was clever enough to see that,—to plan it, perhaps."
"No, I don't think she planned it, and I don't think she saw in the least why Hope gave in to her. She probably thought Hope had the leisure just then, and felt like it."
"Well, she is the queerest girl; but her cousin is a dear little fellow. My brother Schuyler and Peter Van Loon like him immensely. Schuyler likes him so much he wants to get him to come up and visit us this summer. I hope he will; he knows everything about a boat, and that means a great deal in the way of a good time with us."
"Why don't you invite Dorothea to come up with him?"
"Yes, why don't I?" and Kate laughed. Then all at once she burst out seriously: "How she did go on at the party; and look here, Myra, I'll tell you something if you won't speak of it to any one,—any one but Hope,—I've told Hope."
"No, I won't say a word about it."
"Well, you saw how she carried on,—flirted in that silly, loud way with Raymond Armitage?"
"Yes."
"Well, what do you think? She—she's carrying on the flirtation still."
"No—no, you don't mean it!"