"No, but she was asked. Porter never leaves her out."
"Are they engaged?"
"No, Mary won't be."
"She'll never get a better chance," Delilah reflected. "She isn't pretty, and she's rather old style."
Leila blazed. "She's beautiful——"
"To you, duckie, because you love her. But the average man wouldn't call Mary Ballard beautiful."
"I don't care—the un-average one would. And Mary Ballard wouldn't look at an ordinary man."
"No man is ordinary when he is in love."
"Oh, with you," Leila's tone was scornful, "love's just a game."
Lilah rose, crossed the room with swift steps, and kissed her. "Don't let me ruffle your plumage, Jenny Wren," she said; "I'm a screaming peacock this morning."