"I have a slight feeling that way myself, Jean."
Martha got up and began clearing the table.
Out in the kitchen, Martha filled the pan with hot soapy water and began washing the dishes. The voices went on. Once she stopped to listen.
"Now, Jean, not another word. Please. I appreciate the offer and all that, but I shouldn't do a thing but sit and stare at that river and overeat, and where would my serious study be then? No, to-morrow I find an apartment."
Jean laughed. "All right, go ahead, but you won't escape me that way."
There was a pause, and then Jean added softly: "Oh, Mary, this is going to be a glorious summer."
CHAPTER TWENTY
A few moments before three-thirty the next afternoon Jean tidied her desk, settled Miss Grimes with enough work for the rest of the day, and drew out some notes she had made for Gregory Allen.
At a quarter to four she laid the notes aside and looked at the clock. At four she verified the time by the big clock in the Metropolitan Tower.
"Rather rude, to say the least."