Brazilian diamonds. Though he had heard the word “puffs,” he did not know that half her hair was false. He stared at it. Though in disgrace, he felt the honor of knowing so ample and rustling a woman as Miss Lee Theresa. 

 “But, say, I wish I could ’ve let her know I was going earlier, Miss Zapp. I didn’t know it myself, but it does seem like a mean trick. I s’pose I ought to pay her something extra.” 

 “Why, child, you won’t do anything of the sort. Ma hasn’t got a bit of kick coming. You’ve always been awful nice, far as I can see.” She smiled lavishly. “I went for a walk to-night…. I wish all those men wouldn’t stare at a girl so. I’m sure I don’t see why they should stare at me.” 

 Mr. Wrenn nodded, but that didn’t seem to be the right comment, so he shook his head, then looked frightfully embarrassed. 

 “I went by that Armenian restaurant you were telling me about, Mr. Wrenn. Some time I believe I’ll go dine there.” Again she paused. 

 He said only, “Yes, it is a nice place.” 

 Remarking to herself that there was no question about it, after all, he was a little fool, Theresa continued the siege. “Do you dine there often?” 

 “Oh yes. It is a nice place.” 

 “Could a lady go there?” 

 “Why, yes, I—” 

 “Yes!” 

 “I should think so,” he finished. 

 “Oh!… I do get so awfully tired of the greasy stuff Ma and Goaty dish up. They think a big stew that tastes like dish-water is a dinner, and if they do have anything I like they keep on having the same thing every day till I throw it in the sink. I wish I could go to a restaurant once in a while for a change, but of course—I dunno’s it would be proper for a lady to go alone even there. What do you think? Oh dear!” She sat brooding sadly. 

 He had an inspiration. Perhaps Miss Theresa could be persuaded to go out to dinner with him some time. He begged: 

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