Lolly threw back her head and laughed, blowing her smoke upward as she did so.
"He was a winner from the word go, my dear. Most of the girls get acquainted with men that way. Try it yourself."
No, I said I wouldn't do that. It was too "common."
"Pooh!" said Lolly, "Lord knows I was brought up by book rule. I was the bell of D——, but now I'm just a working-girl. I've come down to brass tacks. What a fool I'd be to follow all the conventional laws that used to bind me. Then, too, I'm a Bohemian. Ever hear of that word?" she interrupted herself to ask.
I nodded.
Mama used to call papa that when she was angry with him.
"Well," said Lolly, "I'm the bona-fide Bohemian article. My family think I'm the limit. What do you think?"
"I think you are trying to shock me," I said.
"Well, have I?"