He wondered if the Montague girl could be jealous, and cautiously one day, as they lolled in the motor car, he sounded her.
"Those girls in the hotel scenes--I suppose they're all nice girls of good family ?" he casually observed.
"Huh ?" demanded Miss Montague, engaged with a pencil at the moment in editing her left eyebrow.

"Oh, that bunch?
Sure, they all come from good old Southern families--Virginia and Indiana and those places." She tightened her lips before the little mirror she held and renewed their scarlet.

Then she spoke more seriously.

"Sure, Kid, those girls are all right enough.

They work like dogs and do the best they can when they ain't got jobs.