It was undoubtedly the Montague girl.

She recognized him, even as she squeezed water from the hair of wondrous gold.
"Hello, again, Kid.

You're everywhere, ain't you?
Say, wha'd you think of that Rosenblatt man?
Swore he'd put the steam into that water and take off the chill.

And he never." She threw aside the blanket and squeezed water from her garments, then began to slap her legs, arms, and chest.
"Well, I'm getting a gentle glow, anyhow.

Wha'd you think of the scene ?" "It was good--very well done, indeed." He hoped it didn't sound patronizing, though that was how he felt.