"Unpleasant," Peggy whispered, with her mouth close to the receiver.
"Tell me."
"I can't."
"Hint it. Is it about Ruthie?"
"Yes."
"And it's unpleasant?"
"Well, there is something pleasant about it. The festivities will be pleasant."
"Oh, Peggy, tell me. I've just about got to know."
"Well, listen close. It's going to be hurried up."
"What is?"