"I don't believe we do!"

"I like Biggerstaff--and I like Rose and Fielding well enough!"
Bert added presently, after profound thought, "but I don't like
'em all day and all night! I don't like this business of framing
something up every Sunday--a lot of fur coats and robes, and all
of us getting out half-frozen to eat dinners we don't want, all
over the place--"

"And hours and hours of making talk with women I really don't care
about, for me!" Nancy said. "I love Mary Ingram," she said
presently, "and the Biggerstaffs. But that's about all."

"Exactly," said her husband grimly. "But it's not the Ingrams nor
the Biggerstaffs who made our club bill sixty dollars this month"
he added.

"Bert! It wasn't!"

"Oh, yes it was. Everyone of us had to take four tickets to the
dance, you know, and we had two bottles of wine New Year's Eve; it
all counts up. But part of it was for Atherton, that cousin of
Collins, he asked me to sign for him because he had more than the
regulation number of guests!"

"But Bert, he'll surely pay you?"

"Maybe he will, maybe he won't; it's just one of those things you
can't mention."