Foreseeing unintelligent incredulity, Mr. Onthemaker did not hang up the receiver. It was just as well, for the cautious La Touche said, "I want to talk to her."
"Certainly," said Max, and hastily rose.
"Miss Goodchild," said the photographer, respectfully, "will it be all right if I let the reporters have—"
"Give him the one Mr. Rutgers likes," came in a sweet voice, without the slightest trace of Yiddish or catarrh. They would be wonderful linguists, if they didn't always begin by, "Say, listen."
"Which one is that?"
"The one he likes. And please send the bill to me, not to papa," with the accent properly on the last syllable.
"There will be no charge, Miss Goodchild. Thank you. I only wished to make sure you approved."
La Touche rose and, turning to the friendly reporters, asked, wrathfully, "How in blazes do I know which is the one Mr. Rutgers liked?"
"Let us pick it out," said one reporter. He wore his hair long.
"Any one will do," said another, considerately.