Thus, while she saw the windows across the court there entered the other side of her mind a picture of the immaculate Cutty crossing the platform with Johnny Two-Hawks thrown over his shoulder.

The mental picture obscured the actual.
She had called him old.

Well, he was old.

And no doubt he looked upon her as a child, wanting her to spend the night at a hotel! The affair was over.

No one would bother Kitty Conover.