"Now, Will, does he look like a yellow reporter?"
The broker's face broke into a rather uncomfortable smile.
"He is a good-looking chap."
The girl leaned far over the balustrade to watch her lover's progress.
"Oh, he's just simply more than that!" Turning quickly to the broker, she asked: "Where's Mrs. Williams?"
He pointed indoors.
"She was in there playing bridge when I came out."
Going hurriedly to the door leading into the house, Laura called out:
"Mrs. Williams! Oh, Mrs. Williams!"
"What is it, my dear?" replied her hostess from within.