She has spoken of them to me.

Don't let's go out, or we may have to invite them to stay to dinner,--and judging from this long distance view of them, I don't care specially to do so." "No.

I don't either; the man looks like a drummer and the woman like a--" "A chorus girl!" said Patty, after one more peep at the stranger.
Leaving Azalea to entertain her friends without interruption they went out on a porch on the other side of the house.

And soon Raymond Gale sauntered over from his home next door and joined them there.
"Some strong-arm, your Azalea guest," he said, in the course of conversation.
"Yes," agreed Patty, a little shortly.
"She was over in our gym, this afternoon, and she put up as fine an exhibition of stunts as I've seen in a long time." "What sort of stunts ?" asked Bill.
"All sorts, from lariat or lasso work to handsprings and ground and lofty tumbling.

That girl's been trained, I tell you!" "Trained in a school ?" "No: her work is more as if self-taught,--or coached by a cowboy.