"So that really your championship hasn't been so great a help to her after all, has it?"
"No."
"And I suppose it ruined the business of the man that owns the Sea
Siren."
"I don't reckon so. I've settled for the furniture. And Muldoon says when it gets goin' again the Sea Siren will do a big business on account of the fracas. It's Kitty I'm worried about."
"She's a kind of cuddly little girl who needs the protection of some nice man, you say?"
"That's right."
The eyes of Miss Whitford were unfathomable. "Fluffy and—kind of helpless."
"Yes."
"I wouldn't worry about her if I were you. She'll land on her feet," the girl said lightly.
Her voice had not lost its sweet cadences, but Clay sensed in it something that was almost a touch of cool contempt. He felt vaguely that he must have blundered in describing Kitty. Evidently Miss Whitford did not see her quite as she was.