“No; he got off at Hardville. This is Hardville, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I happened to be out reporting a big church bazaar here.” She settled back comfortably. “What a nice chance for a cozy little visit I shall have with you. These long trips on the Interurban are fine for talking. Unless I shall tire you? Did Mr. Rankin talk much? What does he talk about, anyhow? He’s always so rude to me that I’ve never heard him say a word except about his work.”
Lydia considered for a moment. “We talked about the street-car conductors having such long hours to work,” she said, “and later about whether people have more bad in them than good.”
“Oh!” said Miss Burgess.
Lydia smiled faintly, the ghost of her whimsical little look of mockery. “We decided that they have more good,” she said.
Miss Burgess cast about her for a suitable comment. At last, “Really!” she said.
CHAPTER XVI
ENGAGED TO BE MARRIED