"What is?"
"You must have read the book, I mean. If you remember the title, I might try it myself. Think it'd help?"
"Dr. Carl," laughed the girl, "you don't need a book on beauty culture—you need one on bridge! It's that atrocious game you play that's bothering Mother."
"Indeed? I shouldn't be surprised if you were right; I've suspected that."
"Save your surprise for when I'm wrong, Doc. You'll suffer much less from shock."
"Confident little brat! You're apt to get that knocked out of you some day, though I hope you never do."
"I can take it," grinned Pat.
"No doubt you can, but you're an adept at handing it out. Where's this chap of yours?"
"He'll be along. No one's ever stood me up on a date yet."
"I can understand that, you imp! Is that the famous Nick?" he queried as a car purred to a stop beyond the windows.