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- Do you think he found out about Teddy?”
“Sure—like—a—Bible.” “How?” “Why pick on me for a hard one like that?”
“Perhaps she told him,” suggested one of the other irls. z “She wouldn’t be such a boob; no girl would,” offered a languid girlish voice. “Tt’d be the square thing to do.” This was a masculine opinion, and jejune, even for that crowd.
‘Don’t know—yah!” declared Miss Thorne, meaning to express her contempt for this view. “It was up to Dupuy to look in the mare’s mouth before he bought.” The discussion played about the subject with daring sallies and prurient relish, the final conclusion of the
majority being that the fiancé had “got wise” and the girl had killed herself because he broke the engagement, “as
any fellow would” (Monty Standish’s contribution, this last). “What if she did go to him and own up?” suggested Selden Thorpe. “It'd be just the same,” opined Standish. “He'd have to quit.” “Oh, I don’t know.
It doesn’t follow.”
- “Wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t know that I would. It depends.” “You'd be a pretty poor sort of fish if you wouidn’t.”
“Maybe, if I thought as you do. But we don’t all think the same.” “Some of us don’t think at all,” put in Pat acidly. “We just talk.” “Meaning which, Treechy ?”’ inquired Torrance,
“Oh, nothing!”
