"I won't stay but a minute," and Patty insistently pushed her way in. "Now, don't fly into a rage, dear, but you must tell me who called you up on the telephone to-day."
"You've no right to ask!"
"Yes, I have, and, too, there must be some reason why you are so unwilling to tell me. Why is it?"
Azalea hesitated. Then she said, "Oh, I've no reason to make a secret of it. But I think you're very curious. It was somebody I met on the train when I came East."
"A man or a woman?"
"A—a woman."
"Are you telling the truth, Azalea?" and Patty's clear, compelling gaze was direct and accusing.
"Well—well—Patty, it's both."
"Those people who called here one day, and you saw them on the porch?"
"Yes."