"Those babies!"
"Certainly. Snaith was at Keno on business last winter; he heard of 'em there. Also—I've inquired."
"You have learned nothing to their discredit, I am sure," she said confidently.
"No; as the fast world wags, they're respectable enough——"
"Fast! Jacob!"
"Oh, Sarah, I didn't mean it in any sinister sense.... They're merely rather gay—into everything everywhere—dancing all night, riding, motoring all over the shop.... They're pretty girls, and good ones, too, I guess.... But the world has gone by us, mother. It's developed speed. That's what I mean by fast."
"If it were not for the children's sake, I would be glad to be left behind," she said, smiling.
"So would I. Damn this gim-crack fol-de-rol!"
"Jacob!"
"Excuse me.... We'll do what we ought to; the children want New York, and I'm going to give it to them if I can.... So I guess you'd better caution Jack about that girl."