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 "Well, they did! Chattered away, and giggled—I felt like an old man with a couple of high school daughters. Had such a time getting them apart that Cecily and I were half an hour late to the matinee. Say, the show was good, too!" He paused, regarding Yvonne. "Shame you missed it, honey."

"I'm sorry too. But I simply had to go to the hairdresser's, as I told you. I needed all sorts of things done to me."

"You look great. Well, after the show we went to the Ambassador and had tea and danced, and got to talking about the books I picked out for her. She's read them all already, though when she gets time I can't imagine because between Bill Burnholme and the rest of her string, not to mention yours truly the nurse, she's busy all the time"

"Have you found out yet whether she's really engaged to Bill?"

"Nope. Little devil won't say yes or no."

"I don't think she is," opined Yvonne. "And even if she should be, it probably won't pan out. About one girl in a hundred ever marries her first fiancé."

"She could do a lot worse, though," Jock said generously. "Bill's a good boy. I like him better every time I see him. Well, anyway, as I was saying: Cecily's comments on those books—I wish you could have heard 'em, Yvonne! Clever as they could be. If it had been any one else I'd have thought she was plagiarizing from some big critic's book reviews, but not Cecily. Everything she said was original, you could tell that, and it was great dope. She had me humping, I can tell you."

"She does sort of stimulate your mind, doesn't she?" Yvonne said, making the "your" impersonal.

"You bet it's the truth!" agreed Jock vigorously.