“Maybe she thought we’d think it a good joke. And I guess you did. The way you laughed. My land! I was scared to death he might catch on.” “Well, it was rather a joke,” Irene told her, “on him and us and maybe on her.” “All the same, it’s an awful chance. I’d hate to be her.” “She seems satisfied enough. She’s got what she wanted, and the other day she told me it was worth it.”
