"Do you see that picture on the billboard over there ?" he asked, with a special inflection in his nice, crisp voice.

"Does it look familiar to you ?" Jean looked, and pinched her brows together.

Just at first she did not comprehend.

There was her name in fancy letters two feet high: "JEAN, OF THE LAZY A." It blared at the passer-by, but it did not look familiar at all.

Beneath was a high-colored poster of a girl on a horse.