Only Corinna laughed, as she laughed at any honest jest however out of place.

After all, if you began to judge men by the quality of their jokes where would it lead you?
Patty, with her eyes drooping beneath her black lashes, sat lost in a day dream.

She dressed now, by Corinna's advice, in straight slim gowns of serge or velvet; and to-day she was wearing a scant little frock of blue serge, with a wide white collar that gave her the look of a delicate boy.

There were wonderful possibilities in the girl, Corinna mused, looking her over.

She had not a single beautiful feature, except her remarkable eyes; and yet the softness and vagueness of her face lent a poetic and impressionistic charm to her appearance.