"I'm so glad he has made a good impression on mother," said Zora
afterwards.

"Why?" asked Emmy.

"It's only natural that I should be glad."

"Oho!" said Emmy.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, dear."

"Look here, Emmy," said Zora, half laughing, half angry. "If you say or
think such a thing I'll--I'll slap you. Mr. Sypher and I are friends. He
hasn't the remotest idea of our being anything else. If he had, I would
never speak to him again as long as I live."

Emmy whistled a comedy air, and drummed on the window-pane.

"He's a very remarkable man," said Zora.

"A most superior person," mimicked Emmy.

"And I don't think it's very good taste in us to discuss him in this
manner."

"But, my dear," said Emmy, "it's you that are discussing him. I'm not. The
only remark I made about him was a quotation from mother."