“Wise and observant lady!”
“I wrote to Mrs. Bleecker Bangs, president of the Brooklyn Market Club, for suggestions, and she answered right away. Her letter with the clippings she enclosed will help us outline our plans.”
“And who are ‘we’?”
“Mrs. Norton, Teresa, Claire—”
“Then I’m expected to furnish a valid excuse for spending the evening away from home?”
“No, indeedy. You stop right here. Mr. Norton and Mr. Moore are coming. You men can help us organize. You ought to help. It’s your money we’re trying to save.”
“Quite so;” responded Mr. Larry, with sudden gravity. After all, these investigations did seem to mean quite a lot to the men who earned the money.
So at eight o’clock, Mrs. Larry faced her little audience of six, Mrs. Bleecker Bangs’ letter in hand:
“400 Lafayette Avenue, Brooklyn, N. Y.