"Nope!" says Peggy. "Maybe he's the one Vee's aunty doesn't like."
"Are you?" says Jane, clawin' my shoulder excited.
"How utterly thrillin'!" says I. "Say, you're gettin' me all tittered up. Think it's me Aunty has the war club out for, do you?"
"It's someone with hair just like yours, anyway," says Peggy.
"Think of that!" says I. "Does red hair throw Aunty into convulsions, or what?"
"Aunt Marjorie says it's because you—that is, because the one she meant isn't anybody," says Jane. "He's poor, and all that. Are you poor?"
"Me?" says I. "Why—say, what is this you're tryin' to pull off on me, impeachment proceedings? Come now, don't you guess your Aunt Marjorie'll be wantin' you?"
"No," says Peggy. "She told us for goodness sake to run off and be quiet."
"What about this Miss Vee party, then?" says I. "Don't she need you to help her hook up?"
"We just came from her room," says Peggy.