"Meaning that you don't choose to tell."
"Wrong guess. His name is Wollaston."
"Not in my Social Register."
"A few people manage to exist without being."
"Don't be catty, pettah!"
"Don't be an imbecile, baba!"
"All right. I'm off'n him as a subject for airy persiflage. But I will say that he's a wonderful looking bird—for a skating instructor."
Dee laughed. "You didn't expect to get a rise out of me that way, did you?" But there was a harsh quality in her mirth which made Pat thoughtful.
"When are you going South?" she asked.
"I don't want to go till the first. T. Jameson wants to go next week. We'll probably go next week."