CHAPTER XIV
One Saturday morning Lottie, just returned from marketing with her mother, answered the telephone and recognised with difficulty Beck Schaefer's voice, high-pitched and hysterical as it was.
"Lot, is this you?"
"Yes."
"Lot—Lot—listen. Listen!"
"I'm listening."
"Lot, listen. You know I've always liked you better than any of the other girls, don't you? You're so sincere—so sincere and fair and everything. You know that, don't you, Lot?"
"What's the matter," parried Lottie.
"Oh, Lot darling, Sam Butler and I—Sam—you know—Sam and I, we're——"
"Not!"