She's
just coming from Paris."
"Oh yes, I see."
So lacking in jealousy was Nelly that Mr. Wrenn was
disappointed, though he didn't know why. It always hurts to
have one's thunderous tragedies turn out realistic dialogues.
"I wonder if you would like to meet her. She's awful well
educated, but I dunno--maybe she'd strike you as kind of
snobbish. But she dresses I don't think I ever seen anybody so
elegant. In dressing, I mean. Course"--hastily--"she's got
money, and so she can afford to. But she's--oh, awful nice,
some ways. I hope you like--I hope she won't--"
"Oh, I sha'n't mind if she's a snob. Of course a lady gets used
to that, working in a department store," she said, chillily;
then repented swiftly and begged: "Oh, I _didn't_ mean to be
snippy, Billy. Forgive me! I'm sure Miss Nash will be real
nice. Does she live here in New York?"
"No--in California.... I don't know how long she's going to
stay here."
"Well--well--hum-m-m. I'm getting _so_ sleepy. I guess I'd
better go up to bed.
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