Teddie stood up straight. She stood inspecting him with a cold and slightly combative eye.
"That was the Flatiron Building in a snow-storm," she somewhat frigidly explained.
"Ah!" said the astute old Major, settling into the brown-velvet armchair. "That's what I said, all along. That's precisely what I told Higginson. And Higginson, who is always a bit bullheaded, y' understand, insisted that it was Palisades, saying he'd lived on 'em all his life and ought to know. But I didn't come here to talk about Higginson. I came here to find out how you're getting along."
This was a question which Teddie found necessary to sit back and consider carefully.
"You see, Uncle Chandler, I've so much to unlearn! You can't keep a girl under glass most of her life and then expect her to horn in where the dairy-lunchers learned the game in their infancy."
The Major winced a little. Here was still another newness to disturb him, a
