“Well, yes. But that’s not all. Not a word to Madeline! Isn’t it curious, Bertha, troubles about women are always the same. Either they want you to marry them, or they won’t marry you!”
“Oh, really? Good-bye.”
“How brilliant you’re looking, Bertha! You’ve got your hair done in that mysterious new way again.”
“How on earth can you know through the telephone?”
“Why, easily. By your voice. You talk in a different way—to suit it.”
“Do I? How funny! Good-bye.”
Ten minutes later Percy came in.
He seemed pleased to see his young brother.
“What’s that book you’ve brought, Cliff?”
“It’s ‘The New Arabian Nights.’”