"
"No!" he exclaimed. "Who's all that?"
"Who's all what?"
"The 'right people.'"
"You know what I mean: the best people, the old families--the people
that have the real social position in this town and that know they've
got it."
Bibbs indulged in his silent chuckle again; he seemed greatly amused.
"I thought that the people who actually had the real what-you-may-
call-it didn't know it," he said. "I've always understood that it was
very unsatisfactory, because if you thought about it you didn't have
it, and if you had it you didn't know it."
"That's just bosh," she retorted. "They know it in this town, all
right! I found out a lot of things, long before we began to think
of building out in this direction. The right people in this town
aren't always the society-column ones, and they mix around with
outsiders, and they don't all belong to any one club--they're taken
in all sorts into all their clubs--but they're a clan, just the same;
and they have the clan feeling and they're just as much We, Us and
Company as any crowd you read about anywhere in the world. Most of
'em were here long before papa came, and the grandfathers of the girls
of my age knew each other, and--"
"I see," Bibbs interrupted, gravely.
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