"She is a bold, godless thing; I don't understand her."
"The two are not quite the same."
"Of course not; but she is unnaturally forward."
"Too bright," Miss Smith amplified.
"Yes; she knows quite too much. You surely remember that awful scarlet dress? Well, all her clothes have arrived, or remained, at a simplicity and vividness that is—well—immodest."
"Does she think them immodest?"
"What she thinks is a problem."
"The problem, you mean?"
"Well, yes."
They paused a moment. Then Miss Smith said slowly: "What I don't understand, I don't judge."