She dropped the scholar a deep curtsey, displaying several inches of
slender ankle.
"Gloria!" demanded her mother. "What have you been up to?"
Gloria Hanford smiled at her mother in an elfin, yet superior manner.
"I am the affianced bride of Bertram Harrison," she said softly.
"Therefore my behavior, whether good, bad, or indifferent, is no
longer the problem of my parents."
Her father said, "Gloria, I happen to be big enough in both the
physical and intellectual departments to overrule both you and your
husband-to-be. So you'll answer your mother."
"Why," said Gloria quietly, "I've done nothing wrong."