But to Frona the question was like a blow in the face.
She remembered Neepoosa's philippic against the white women who were coming into the land, and realized the falseness of her position and the way in which he looked upon her.
But he went on before she could speak.

"Last night I had two vaudeville queens, and three the night before.

Only there was more bedding then.

It's unfortunate, isn't it, the aptitude they display in getting lost from their outfits?
Yet somehow I have failed to find any lost outfits so far.

And they are all queens, it seems.