"Then when he found they wouldn't call, what do you think he
did?"
"Beat you, perhaps," suggested Jack cheerfully.
"He never did a thing to me that wasn't straight out, square, and kind,"
she said, half indignantly, half hopelessly. "He thought if HIS kind
of people wouldn't see me, I might like to see my own sort. So without
saying anything to me, he brought down, of all things! Tinkie Clifford,
she that used to dance in the cheap variety shows at 'Frisco, and her
particular friend, Captain Sykes. It would have just killed you, Jack,"
she said, with a sudden hysteric burst of laughter, "to have seen Josh,
in his square, straight-out way, trying to be civil and help things
along. But," she went on, as suddenly relapsing into her former attitude
of worried appeal, "I couldn't stand it, and when she got to talking
free and easy before Josh, and Captain Sykes to guzzling champagne,
she and me had a row. She allowed I was putting on airs, and I made her
walk, in spite of Josh.
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