"About what?" somewhat indifferently inquired Teddie.
"About my Gunnie," was the prompt and shrill-noted reply. "I want 'o know just what call you've got to come between Gunboat and me after we've been going together for a year and a half! I want 'o know what right, just b'cause you 're rotten with money, you've got to turn a poor boy's head and have him say the things that Gunnie's just been sayin' to me! I want"
"Ruby," interrupted Teddie, steadying herself, "you are saying things yourself that are utterly ridiculous. I haven't either the intention or the desire to come in any way whatever between you and the young gentleman you speak of as Gunnie. I"
"Then just why were you usin' me, me of all people, to make a date with him not more than twenty-four hours ago!" demanded the irate voice over the wire. "And if there's nothin' to that, just why is he runnin' round in your car to-day?"
"In my car?" echoed Teddie.
