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 She frowned as if puzzled. "Yahoos? I do not know the word. What is that?" Then comprehending, she laughed. "Oh, I see. You mean yesterday afternoon when I was talking there again with Mr. Tinker, and you passed us and looked so cross you wouldn't speak. Why didn't you join us?"

"For one reason, I couldn't quite believe I was wanted."

"Oh, but I should have been charmed," she protested. "That man, he is so amusing one would love to have a companion to enjoy him with."

"I find I have quite enough of him at the table," Ogle said coldly. "That is about as much as a civilized being could be asked to stand of him, I think."

"I am not civilized?" she inquired; but she was not offended, for she laughed, and little lights danced in her clear eyes. "You do not see the real man at your lunch table or at dinner," she added, not waiting for his reply. "I have been able to catch a glimpse of your table sometimes, looking down over the balcony railing. I can see he does not talk so much when he is with his family; you all four look very solemn. But when he is not under the eye of his tyrant women—oh, then he is entertaining to me; he is extraordinary!" And she concluded with a