and I always liked to hear her talk things out of a tangle; but I couldn't see how we were the least bit to blame in this case, not the least bit. Why, anybody would feel the way we did about it. It was perfectly natural. "What do you mean," I asked.
"Well," said Bess, "when there is inharmony, we have to look to ourselves for the reason."
"'Inharmony'! Gee, where'd you get the big word?"
Bess flushed. "I can use it if I want to, I guess," she said, putting up her chin. Then she laughed. "But 'harmony' is a nicer one, isn't it?" she asked.
"Been studying the dictionary in Boston?"
"No," Bess laughed again, "not the dictionary. But say, Chet, really, you can see that this is all our own fault. It's just because we're selfish."
I got up.
"What are you going to do?" asked Bess.
"Going to see Bob Stevens: What are you going to do?"
"Going to love that other girl," said Bess, sturdily; and we walked off in opposite directions.
