"Here comes Izzy over here after me! If there's one fellow I can't stand it's him."
Miss Sternberger moved away with her chin tilted at a sharp angle. At a turn in the veranda she came suddenly upon Miss Bella Blondheim and a sleek, well-dressed young man with grayish hair. Miss Blondheim's hand was hooked with a deadlock clutch to the arm of her companion.
Miss Sternberger threw herself before them like a melodrama queen flagging a train. "Hello, Bella!" she said in a voice as low as a 'cello.
Miss Blondheim, who had once sold the greatest number of aprons at a charity bazar, turned cold eyes upon the intruder.
"Hello, Myra!" she said in cool tones of dismissal.
There was a pause; the color swept up and surged over Miss Blondheim's face.
"Are you finished with Love in a Cottage, Bella? I promised it to Mrs.
Weiss when you're finished with it."
"Yes," said Bella. "I'll bring it down to-night."
There was another pause; the young man with the grayish hair coughed.
"Mr. Arnheim, let me introduce you to my friend, Miss Sternberger."