"You'd be a pretty poor sort of fish if you wouldn't."
"Maybe, if I thought as you do. But we don't all think the same."
"Some of us don't think at all," put in Pat acidly. "We just talk."
"Meaning which, Treechy?" inquired Torrance.
"Oh, nothing!"
"I know John Dupuy," proceeded Thorpe. "He isn't just exactly the one to draw lines too strictly."
"I grant you that Johnnie would never win the diamond-set chastity belt of the world's championship," said the daring Miss Thorne, and elicited a chorus of appreciative mirth.
Pat did not join in it. She was thinking fast and hard.
After the rest had gone Monty stayed on, as of right. Something in Pat's expression struck even his torpid perceptions, as he put his arm around her and drew her to him for the customary "petting party."