“I believe you’re jealous that you can’t swank as well,” he said laughing.
“Me! I could have worn evening dress with anybody, if I’d wanted to!” came the scornful answer.
“And why didn’t you want to?” he asked pertinently. “Or DID you wear it?”
There was a long pause. Mrs. Radford readjusted the bacon in the Dutch oven. His heart beat fast, for fear he had offended her.
“Me!” she exclaimed at last. “No, I didn’t! And when I was in service, I knew as soon as one of the maids came out in bare shoulders what sort SHE was, going to her sixpenny hop!”