"Hi, Pirate," she said. "Getting lonesome for the farm?"
"Sure. How about you?"
"I can't get away this week," she said. "How about the week-end?"
"I'll have to let you know tomorrow. Tell me, Margaret, how well do you know the Marques de Runa?"
"Very well. Why?"
"Oh, nothing much. I left my notebook in his car last night, I think."
"I know. He told me."
"About the notebook?"
"No. About your red-headed girl friend. She sounds like a good substitute for farming."
"Cut it out," Hall laughed.