But Evans disagreed with her. “What makes you say that, Mother? It isn’t nice. It will simply be upsetting.”
“I don’t see why you say that, Evans,” Jane argued. “I am not easily upset.”
“But with all that money. You can’t keep up with them.”
“Don’t put ideas into Jane’s head,” his mother remonstrated; “a lady is always a lady.”
But Jane sided now with Evans. “I see what he means, Mrs. Follette. I haven’t the clothes. I haven’t a thing to wear to-night.”
“Oh, I wasn’t thinking of your looks.” Evans got up and stood on the hearth-rug. “But people like that! Jane, I wish you wouldn’t go.”
She looked up at him with her chin tilted. “I don’t see how I can refuse.”
“Of course she can’t. Evans, don’t be so unreasonable,” Mrs. Follette interposed; “it will be a wonderful thing for Jane to know Edith.”
“Will it be such a wonderful thing for her to know Frederick Towne?” He flung it at them.
Jane demanded, “Don’t you want me to have any good times?”