Sacrilege itself could hardly have gone further than Miranda Brown had gone.
"But--but," Harold Jupp stammered feebly, "you don't _eat_ chewing gum." Miranda flattened him out with a question.
"What becomes of it, then ?" and there was no answer.

But Miranda was not content with her triumph.

She must needs carry the war unwisely into the enemy's camp.
"After all, what in the world can have possessed you, Dennis, to back a silly old mare like Barmaid ?" Dennis Brown saw his opportunity.
"I always back horses with the names of things to kiss," he declared.
Jupp laughed aloud; Sir Chichester chuckled; Miranda looked as haughty as good-humour and a dainty personality enabled her to do.
"Vulgar, don't you think ?" she asked of Joan.

"But racing men _are_ vulgar.

Oh, Joan! have you thought out your book to-day?
Can you now begin to write it?
Will you write it in the window, with the South Downs in front of your eyes?
Oh, it'll be wonderful!" "What ho!" cried Mr.Jupp.