Prim had barely time to snatch the fluttering green and yellow bills before Stark Coleman entered the room, without the ceremony of knocking.
It would be difficult to say which showed the greater surprise at seeing the other, he or Susan Walton, tightly clutching her bulging laundry bag.
"Good morning, Mr. Coleman," she said, waddling rapidly toward the door.
"Good morning, Madam!" he returned.
"Fine large day!" She said this from the door as she went out.
Coleman turned angrily to Prim, who was standing reared back, feet wide apart, hands in his pockets, grinning broadly.
"What's she doing in here?" he demanded.
"Wanted me to help the cause!" he answered shamelessly.
"What'd she have in that bag?"
"Dirty linen—wash day. Taking it to the Co-Citizens' Laundry!"