"Why Christina sings those old-fashioned songs when she knows 'Swanee' and 'The Bull Dog Patrol'—'Bull Frog', is it?—I can't understand."
A rat-tat at the door made Evie jump.
Mrs. Colebrook's eyes went to the faded face of a clock on the mantelshelf. Allowing for day to day variation, to which the timepiece was subject, she made it out to be past eleven.
"Don't open the door," she said. "It may be those Haggins; they've been fighting all day."
Evie went to the door.
"Who is there?"
"Beryl Merville."
Evie opened the door and admitted the girl. Outside she glimpsed the tail lamps of a car.
"You are Evie, aren't you?" Beryl was breathless. "Have you any idea where I can find Ronnie?"
"Is that Beryl?"