haps he was only thinking about something and wasn't actually seeing her. Still, it quieted down (the fluttering gayety of her mood. There was a sun spot of her own that became visible whenever her interest in Cutty's monologue lagged. Perhaps Hawksley had his sun spot.
"And so," she heard Cutty say, "Mr. Hawksley is going to become an American citizen. Kitty, what are some of the principles of good citizenship?"
"To be nice to policemen. Not to meddle with politics, because it is vulgar. To vote perfunctorily. To 'let George do it' when there are reforms to be brought about. To keep your hat on when the flag goes by because otherwise you will attract attention. To find fault without being able to offer remedies. To keep in debt because life here in America would be monotonous without bill collectors."
Cutty interrupted with a laugh. "Kitty, you'll scare Hawksley off the map!"
"Let him know the worst at once," retorted Kitty, flashing a smile at the victim.
"Spoofing me—what?" said Hawksley, appealing to his host.
This quality of light irony in a woman was a distinct novelty to Hawksley. She had humour, then? So much the better. An added zest to the game he was planning. He recalled now that she was not of the clinging kind either. A woman with a humorous turn of mind was ten times more elusive
