"You can't guess who's been here already," she began.
"No; tell me. Don't make me guess. The day is too new."
"Now you look just fresh and bright enough to guess anything." Miss Berry gazed affectionately at her as she spoke.
"I saw Mr. Page going down the street," said Clover, as she set a steaming cup on the waitress' tray. "Could it have been he?"
"Yes; but you'd never 'a' guessed him, would you? He come over to get me to tell you that he's called away on important business, and regrets very much breakin' his engagement with you this mornin' about goin' on the Christopher Columbus."
Clover's transparent skin flushed, but she looked coolly into her informant's eyes. "He does not see us again, then?"
"Law yes, in a few days he does"—
"Lena," said Clover to the maid, "please tell Katie to keep the other things hot for a while. Miss Bryant and Mr. Van Tassel are both a little late. I will ring when I want you."
The moment the door had closed behind the girl, Clover's face changed. "Tell me all about it," she said.
"Ain't it a pity that gump can't see her this minute?" thought Aunt Love. "Even if he's a darned one, I guess he'd get a glimmer o' sense."