"I am willing to trust you, Betty, to do things I would not trust other girls to try at.

If you were not my girl at all, if you were a man on Wall Street, I should know you would be pretty safe to come out a little more than even in any venture you made.

You know how to keep cool." Bettina picked up her fallen cloak and laid it over her arm.

It was made of billowy frills of Malines lace, such as only Vanderpoels could buy.
She looked down at the amazing thing and touched up the frills with her fingers as she whimsically smiled.
"There are a good many girls who can be trusted to do things in these days," she said.

"Women have found out so much.