"Poor gramaw!" she said. "Poor gramaw!"
Miss Coblenz sat down on the edge of a slim, home-gilded chair, and took to gathering the blue-silk dress into little plaits at her knee.
"Of course—if you don't want to know where I've been—or anything—"
Mrs. Coblenz jerked herself to the moment.
"Did mamma's girl have a good time? Look at your dress all dusty! You oughtn't to wear you best in that little flivver."
Suddenly Miss Coblenz raised her eyes, her red mouth bunched, her eyes all iris.
"Of course—if you don't want to know—anything."
At that large, brilliant gaze, Mrs. Coblenz leaned forward, quickened.
"Why, Selene!"
"Well, why—why don't you ask me something?"