“All right; I’ll come,” said I, taking my hat.
“Here’s the note for Miss Bannerman,” said Mrs. Hilary.
That sort of thing never surprises me. I looked at the letter and read “Miss M. E. Bannerman.” “M. E.” stood for “Maud Elizabeth.” I put my hat back on the table.
“What sort of a looking person is this Miss Bannerman?” I asked.
“Oh, a spare, upright woman—hair a little gray, and—I don’t know how to describe it—her face looks a little weather-beaten. She wears glasses.”
“Thank you,” said I. “And what sort of a looking person am I?”
Mrs. Hilary looked scornful. Miss Phyllis opened her eyes.
“How old do I look, Miss Phyllis?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said uncomfortably.
“Guess,” said I sternly.