“Doris,” came Mrs. Mount’s voice in the severest tones, “You must not contradict your mother. I say the Travers girl is not nearly as good-looking as you are—you who are all grace and beautiful as a cowslip in the morning dew—”
“Oh, Mother!”
“Now, don’t contradict—”
“But, Mother, Charlie has had Miss Travers to lunch at the Hunt Club, and they’ve been seen together several times.”
“Now, now, Doris, you should know young men will be young men. But it’s time Charlie Lien began to look around serious-like—”
“But why should he fancy me?”
“That’s it, that’s it, that’s why I want you to put your best foot forward, don’t you know, really———”
“But Mother, if Mrs. Somers did not think there was something in the affair between Charlie and Miss Travers———”
“Now, Doris, I don’t want any more back answerings. To show I ain’t a fool, I may tell you that I’ve sounded Mrs. Somers and have found out it’s the big fellow who has put up the coin, so now! It’s all very plain—”
“But Mother, Mr. Bang is not paying Miss Travers any attention.”