dinner, so that she might run down the slonk to finish her
conversation with him. Of course father was mad at that, coming home
tired from the City, and finding that his dinner had been put back.
You saw the way they went on at lunch, sitting close together."

"We were all sitting close together."

"Yes, but not like they were. And all that nonsense with their napkins
under the table. If you didn't see it, so much the better. I thought
everybody saw it. I wish Sally wouldn't do it. Father, as you know,
has a lot of money to leave, and if she did really go too far, I fear
he would cut her off."

"But she never would go too far."

"No, I don't think so; I am sure Sally wouldn't do anything that was
really wrong, but she is very imprudent."

"How do you mean?"

"I don't know that I ought to tell you."

"I promise not to tell any one--you know you can trust me."

"Well, she brings people up to her room."

"You don't mean to her bedroom?"

"She says you can't call it a bedroom, but she sleeps there for all
that. She covers up the bed and makes it look like a couch; she keeps