"Same firm."
It had been the same firm almost as far back as memory went. It always would be the same firm. There was little of change and perhaps nothing at all of adventure in this destiny. But there was a rather substantial balance in the bank, which, after all, is a kind of adventure, too.
"Babbit & Babbit," she mused.
"Members of the O. A. of C."
"True. I'm afraid I'd forgotten the letters at the end."
He nibbled at his celery. "And you, Miss Whitcom?"
"Still mostly travelling, Mr. O'Donnell."
"Same firm?"
"Oh, dear no! There the interesting parallel must cease. One has to be progressive, you know. One must keep abreast of the times." She gave her brother-in-law a dreadful, broad wink. "What was I doing last?"