"There's certainly plenty of it," was the disparaging reply. "Where are you going in it; to church?"
"To the Dangerfields' round-robin tennis."
"Going to play that way?"
"Yeppy. We're going to fool the hot spell. After the tennis we christen the new swimming pool. It's the biggest private tank in captivity."
"I thought Wally Dangerfield was that. I don't see why you want to mix up with that set, Dee."
"What set? They're the same set as the rest of us. What's the matter with Wally and Sally?"
"Nothing much except their pace and the way they get talked about. You know there have been half a dozen near-scandals at their place already."
"Not near me," returned Dee cheerfully. "I can take care of myself."
"I grant you that. But won't Jimmy be awfully sore? He doesn't like the Dangerfields."
"Jimmy is sore," was the indifferent response.