The cataloguing was interrupted by Hilda, who asked suddenly, and to Mimi with an eagerness which she could not at the time fathom, if Mimi had met Carl Hunter.
“Mamma tells me I’m a silly little goose,” proceeded Hilda when Mimi told her she had not met their hostess’ son, “but Carl’s the most thrilling boy in Atlanta. He’s seventeen and not a bit like the other boys around here—they’re so—so babyish. But Carl’s different and mamma says he doesn’t get along any too well with his mother and father—his father wants Carl to study insurance and banking and Carl doesn’t want to.”
“Does he know you’re—that you like him so?” asked Mimi.
“Ooh-no!” gasped Hilda. “But he is different—” she ended. …
That night Mimi told Jean of the things she had seen and heard during the afternoon. To her piquant recital of the things said