"Ha!" laughed Don. "You call yourself a woman? Why you are only a kid!"
"But I'm a wise kid," replied Flamby saucily, the old elfin light in her eyes. "I know what beasts women are to one another, and I often hate myself because I'm a little beast, too."
"I don't believe it."
"That's because you are one of those nice men who deserve to know better."
Don leaned back in the cab and laughed until tears came to his eyes. He had encouraged this conversation with the purpose of diverting Flamby's mind from her sorrow, and he was glad to have succeeded so well. "Do men hate you, too," he asked.
"No, I get on much better with men. There are some fearful rotters, of course, but most men are honest enough if you are honest with them."
"Honi soit qui mal y pense," murmured Don, slowly recovering from his fit of laughter.
"Ipsissima verba," said Flamby.
Don, who was drying his eyes, turned slowly and regarded her. Flamby blushed rosily.
"What did you say?" asked Don.