"That isn't for shops," she informed him. "That's a new investment
of papa's--the 'Sheridan Apartments.'"

"Well, well," he murmured. "I supposed 'Sheridan' was almost well
enough known here already."

"Oh, we're well enough known ABOUT!" she said, impatiently. "I guess
there isn't a man, woman, child, or nigger baby in town that doesn't
know who we are. But we aren't in with the right people."

"No!" he exclaimed. "Who's all that?"

"Who's all what?"

"The 'right people.'"

"You know what I mean: the best people, the old families--the people
that have the real social position in this town and that know they've
got it."

Bibbs indulged in his silent chuckle again; he seemed greatly amused.
"I thought that the people who actually had the real what-you-may-
call-it didn't know it," he said. "I've always understood that it was
very unsatisfactory, because if you thought about it you didn't have
it, and if you had it you didn't know it."

"That's just bosh," she retorted. "They know it in this town, all
right! I found out a lot of things, long before we began to think
of building out in this direction. The right people in this town
aren't always the society-column ones, and they mix around with