"Did he?" said the girl, turning to conceal a smile. "What did you do to entertain him."
"Talked about you," said Helen, watching her where she stood at the sunny window, absently pleating the sash curtains between idle fingers.
"Was he edified?"
"He seemed to be. When I changed the subject he went away."
Stephanie, at the window, suddenly laughed outright, but her back remained turned.
"Men are funny," she said.
"Women are funnier, Steve."
"What! Are you a traitor to your sex?"
"Sometimes," said Helen, absently. "I feel that my sex betrays me—and a few others of my own mind."
Stephanie turned and looked at her, still laughing: