Lane had to smile. "How do you know?"
"I can tell by your face. Now aren't you?"
"Well, to be honest, Miss Bessy"
"For tripe's sake, don't be so formal," she interrupted. "Call me Bessy."
"Oh, very well, Bessy. There's no use to lie to you. I'm not very happy at what I see here."
"What's the matter with it—with us?" she queried, quickly. "Everybody's doing it."
"That is no excuse. Besides, that's not so. Everybody is not—not——"
"Well, not what?"
"Not doing it, whatever you meant by that," returned Lane, with a laugh.
"Tell me straight out what you think of us," she shot at Lane, with a purple flash of her eyes.