"Ha? No? You don't think so?"
"Not much, but maybe it's her way. She's pretty frosty generally anyway, different from my cousin--she's something like."
"Yes, your cousin is all right," said Maurice.
"You bet," I said. "She don't stand around and chill the air."
"Why--does Miss Foster always? Is that her way? I--don't--know--much about her."
"Well, I don't know so very much myself--mostly what my cousin tells me. Still, I guess she's all right; but she strikes me as one of the kind that might make an awful lot of a man and never let on until she was dead sure of him."
"H-m--That means she could think a whole lot of Withrow and not let on, Joe?"
I tried to look at Maurice like my oldest brother used to look at me sometimes when he tried to make me feel that I was a very green kid inde
