The luncheon hour was long in arriving, and when it did come around Calvin Gray regretted that he had elected to play a game of make-believe with "Miss Good," for she rigidly held him to his promise, and however adroitly he undertook to ascertain who or what she was, she foiled him.

It gave her a mischievous pleasure to evade his carefully laid conversational traps, and what little he learned came from Ma Briskow.

Briefly, it amounted to this: Miss Good was what the elder woman called "home folks," but she had been schooled in the East.
Moreover, she was in the oil business.

This last bit of intelligence naturally intrigued the man, and he undertook to gain further illumination, but only to have the girl pretend that he knew all about it.

He accepted this checkmate with the best possible grace, but revenged himself by assuming the airs and privileges of a friend more intimate even than Miss Good had implied, a pretense that confused and even annoyed her.