words showed that she was not wanting in womanly intuition.

"I sha'n't inflict you with a ride in that circus-wagon. It's all
right for me, but--you're one of the decent kind. If you have a
reputation it won't do to parade it in a show-case. We'll take a
taxi." Lorelei's relief must have been obvious, for Adoree sped
swiftly to the corner, then was back again without the dog. "If
there's anything more conspicuous than a blonde with a white
poodle," she explained, "it's two blondes with two poodles." Then,
she flung herself into the cab and slammed the door.

"You must think I'm very rude," her guest ventured.

"Nothing of the sort. I know just how you feel." Miss Demorest's
smile was a trifle strained. "Only--I'm awfully lonesome, and--
I'll take care that nobody sees us."

"Now I KNOW I've been nasty." Lorelei felt her embarrassment
growing, for this woman differed entirely from what she had
expected. Underneath the dancer's extravagant theatricalism she
appeared natural and unaffected. Adoree changed the current of the
conversation by saying:

"I hope those bloodhounds get to fighting."

"Don't you like them?"

"Hate 'em! I'd use 'em to scrub the windshield if I had my way."

"Why--aren't they yours?"