"Well, suppose we do," Jack agreed. "But how about you keeping up your end of the social service? Why wish it all on to us?"
"I don't follow you. I have already been to the Brown's——"
"But not to Mrs. Alton's, so far as we can learn. Mrs. Brown may have no monopoly of loneliness."
Perhaps it was only imagination, but it seemed to me that Spoof's face, usually so frank and open, suddenly became a mask. But he came back quickly and easily.
"I could hardly do that, don't you know? It would not be quite the thing."
"Why not?" said Jean, as ingenious as ever.
"Why, it would hardly be the thing—it's not in accord——"
"You mean it isn't done," I supplied.
"Exactly; or, at least, it's not supposed to be."
"You were flattering yourself a minute ago," said I, with show of severity, "that you had learned that on the prairies one doesn't wait for an introduction. You have some other things to learn. One is that on the prairies there is no such saying as, 'It isn't done.'"