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Wawnpeerne into the drawing-room on one of her infrequent and languid tours of inspection, Constance was astonished to find Mary Delia contemplating herself in the full-length mirror. She was clad in a new and modish bathing suit. “What do you think of it?” she asked her elder sister, turning slowly about. “There’s certainly plenty of it,” was the disparaging reply. “Where are you going in it; to church?” “To the Dangerfields’ round-robin tennis,” “Going to play that way?” “Yeppy. We're going to fool the hot spell. After the tennis we christen the new swimming pool. It’s the biggest private tank in captivity.” “I thought Wally Dangerfield was that. I don’t see why you want to mix up with that set, Dee.”
“What set? They’re the same set as the rest of us. What’s the matter with Wally and Sally?” “Nothing much except their pace and the way they get talked about. You know there have been half a dozen near-scandals at their place already.” “Not near me,” returned Dee cheerfully. “I can take care of myself.” “T grant you that. But won’t Jimmy be awfully sore? He doesn’t like the Dangerfields.” “Jimmy ts sore,” was the indifferent response. Indeed, Mr. Jameson
James, an insistent formalist in
his ideas for women though not at all in his ideas of ry ymen, had most unwisely essayed a veto upon Dee’s at103
