"And now, please, can I be shown over the house?"
"With pleasure," I said, getting up. "That is, unless you'd rather see The Grange first."
She stared at me for a moment, then she snatched the order out of my hand. "What's this place?" she demanded.
"White Ladies."
"Are you trying to let it?"
"Well, we haven't thought—"
"And you've let me sit here all this time making a fool of myself, when you knew perfectly well—"
"Five and three-quarters, was it?"
She stamped her foot.
"Dear pretty Girl Blue, don't be angry."