The two sat, after that, a little while without speaking. Then Anna's large round face assumed a truly brilliant expression.
"Marjory!" she cried.
"Well?"
"You say he's here?"
"Um, though it seems impossible to credit such a thing. Perhaps it's all a myth. He's at the Elmbrook Inn. Is there," she whimsically faltered, "—is there honestly such a place?"
"Marjie, I mean to have him up!"
"Anna—you mean here?"
"For luncheon!"
In their excitement the two ladies were really all but shouting at each other. They realized it and smiled; sank to quieter attitudes both of bearing and speech.