"I think the pair of 'em is in j-a-l-e,"—she spelled the word behind a guarding hand.
Hull ignored the assertion. "Where is Miss Crosby singing today?" he asked curtly.
Tottie went back to the hearth. "Search me," she declared. "It looks like your future bride, Mr. Hull, don't tell nobody nothin'. What's your news?"
Barbara had settled down, Lolly-Poppins in the clasp of both arms. She crooned to the doll, her eyes closed.
"Oh, I haven't any," answered Hull. Then more cordially, "But I got a raise today."
"Grand! The Northrups, ain't it?"
"Chemists," said Hull, going to look out of the window.
"Well, money's your friend," declared Tottie, philosophically. "Me for it!"
A door-latch clicked. Someone had entered the hall.
"That's her!"