"Why did she tell you? Confession? Remorse?"
"Not in the least. She enjoyed the telling. She's very feminine, that child. And very curious about herself."
"I hope to God she isn't developing my temperament," reflected the downright Mona after a pause. "It would be a dismal joke if the ugly duckling of the flock had that wished on her. Poor, pimply little gnome."
"Ugly? I wouldn't be too sure. The fairy prince from Princeton seems to have been quite captivated with her."
"And she with him."
"That, of course. It was a very awakening kiss for her."
"Does she realise——"
"She said, 'Bobs, it made me go weak all over. Is chloroform like that?'"
"Diverting notion! What did you tell her?"
"I told her that it wasn't, precisely. Then she said, 'What does it mean?' And I said that it might mean danger."