“Do you know,” she pursued, “I’m a little afraid of one thing.”
“So am I.”
‚ÄúOh, you‚Äôve noted it, too?‚ÅÝ‚Äîhis friendship for that impossible girl, Zora?‚Äù
Miss Smith gave her a searching look.
“What of it?” she demanded.
“She is so far beneath him.”
“How so?”
“She is a bold, godless thing; I don’t understand her.”
“The two are not quite the same.”
“Of course not; but she is unnaturally forward.”
“Too bright,” Miss Smith amplified.
‚ÄúYes; she knows quite too much. You surely remember that awful scarlet dress? Well, all her clothes have arrived, or remained, at a simplicity and vividness that is‚ÅÝ‚Äîwell‚ÅÝ‚Äîimmodest.‚Äù
“Does she think them immodest?”
“What she thinks is a problem.”
“ The problem, you mean?”
“Well, yes.”
They paused a moment. Then Miss Smith said slowly: “What I don’t understand, I don’t judge.”