"When are the Fabians coming?" she asked.
"Next week."
"Are you and Miss Kathleen goin' to do another book this year?"
"I hope so. She's going to let me see her story when she comes. She has written her first novel."
Eliza's eyes studied him sharply during a silence.
"Is she engaged yet?" she asked.
"Not that I know of."
"I thought you two were pretty thick one time there last summer."
"It's not for the likes o' me to be thick with the likes o' her," replied Phil, busy setting up an easel.