“All right, I'll tell him.” She clapped the receiver up lest there might be more to follow and sped back.
“Here it is,” she announced calmly, “Elijah Thornton, number 101.”
“Thank you, I'm afraid I've put you to a good deal of trouble.”
“Not at all.”
As she went back to her cake she said to herself, “Two telephones ringing at once can certainly make things interesting.”
One day in mid winter Mary sat half dreaming before the glowing coals. Snow had fallen all through the previous night and today there had been good coasting for the boys and girls.
Ting-a-ling-ling-ling. Ting-a-ling-ling-ling. Ting-a-ling-ling-ling.
She started up and went to answer it.
“Is this you, Mary?”