"Barbara?" A man's voice was urgent.
"This is Miss Noble speaking," she replied haughtily.
The voice was savage. "Well, this is Doctor Harris, then. Have you looked at the mail today? I got my directors' meeting notice this morning."
"Yes, I got one. The fifth of August," she said impatiently.
"And this seems to be our year. There's been a girl here already this morning with some story about my having advertised for a housekeeper. She told it to the doorphone and wouldn't leave when I said I didn't want anybody—but it only took one drop of skunk oil in the hallway to send her packing." The horrid chuckle that came from the receiver was so raucous that Miss Noble held it away from her ear.
"Blonde or brunette?" she asked noncommittally.
"Blonde—and really young, not a damn rejuvenee!"
"Rod Harris! You actually went and peeked at her, you old goat!"
"Only through the one-way."
"Well, since the company knows that a pretty girl is still good bait for an old ninny, you're as good as a goner. They'll have you rejuvenated before long."