“You mean Elsie Hemingway?”
“Why, naturally. What other Elsie is there?”
“I don’t know.” He looked more puzzled and more amused. “You say, ‘everybody’ spends about half the time there?” He laughed. “That sounds funny! What on earth’s made her house such a busy place all of a sudden?”
“Oh, it isn’t sudden,” Mamie said, and she added, reflectively, “You know Elsie always was about the best-looking girl in town.”
“Oh, possibly. It never seemed to get anywhere though,” he returned. “She’s good-looking all right, I suppose, but not the way anybody would ever notice.”
“What?” Mamie cried. “Why, you don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“I don’t?” He laughed incredulously. “Look here. What is all this about little Elsie Hemingway? When I left town——”
Miss Ford interrupted: “Have you seen old Fred yet?”
“No. I haven’t seen anybody.”
“Well, you’d better see old Fred and ask him ‘What is all this about little Elsie Hemingway?’ He’ll probably fall in your arms and burst right out crying!”