Also, there were tables, where those who chose played high-staked bridge,
poker or rum.

Warble wasn't a born gambler. Games of chance had no appeal for her. She
wanted to make faces at everybody and run away. But she scolded herself for
being too superior and forced herself to stay with the bunch.

In a way, she was rewarded, for she won all the money from the others.
Her luck was monumental. Every different game she tried she took all the
stakes, and at last having broken the bank, she was forced to go home for
lack of occupation.

* * * * *

She was a proud and stuck-up chit all the evening.

Trymie Icanspoon called and flirted something fierce. But it didn't mean a
thing to Warble, for the man was so saturated with art that it oozed forth
in his conversation and she had no idea what he was driving at.

He went home thinking she was the most deliciously tempting morsel he had
ever seen and the biggest fool.

* * * * *

"No, I couldn't fall in love with him. I like him, as a gift-book, but he's
no man. Could I kiss him? Not with a real movie kiss.

"They say marriage is a lottery. I haven't drawn much. I mean in the matter