Dick, to his mother's disappointment, only laughed.
"What do you want to go there for? Some of your friends been run in?"
"Yes," said Elizabeth calmly.
"That's too bad! Why don't you have Eades let 'em out,--you certainly have a swell pull with him."
"You have just had Mr. Eades's opinion from mama."
"Who is your friend?"
"Gusta."
Dick's face was suddenly swept with scarlet, and he started--looked up, then hastily raised his coffee-cup, drained its last drop, flung his napkin on his plate, and said:
"Oh, that girl that used to work for us?"
"Yes."