“You may go now, Robert, and—and, go on as you have begun.” She pushed him toward the door. “You say the geyser is playing?”
“Was playing.”
“Well, we must all see it the next time. Good-by, dear.”
Closing the door behind him, the lady returned to her mirror and gave her hair some touches.
Then she started again to the door with intent to seek her “companion.”
As she reached it, she was met by a knock.
She opened and came face to face with the object of her thoughts.
“Come in, come in, Miss Maynard,” she said, and there was a noticeable cordiality in her voice.
The trim girl, with her symmetrical little face and smooth brown hair, stepped just inside the door.