She took this so blankly that he gasped, “Good heavens! didn’t you ever hear of Winfield’s Scales?”
“I never did,” said Sheila.
“I’ll bet you were weighed in one of ’em when you were born.”
“I couldn’t read when I was born,” said Sheila.
“And you’ve never heard of them since?”
“Not to my knowledge.”
Winfield shook his head amiably over her childlike ignorance. But then, what information could one expect of theatrical people? He went on:
“Well, anyway, my father is one of the biggest manufacturers of scales and weighing-machines and such things that there is. He’s about the only independent one left out of the trust. Haven’t you heard of the tremendous fight we’ve been putting up?”
Sheila was less interested in the war than in the soldier.
“We?” she said.