Hulda.
P.S. You're supposed to bring four dozen cookies to the Parents' Day Reception the Saturday after.
"Rather confused-sounding," he said, "but I clearly perceive the keen bludgeon of Mrs. Gunnison. She looked particularly sloppy today."
Tansy laughed. "Still, we have been pretty antisocial these last weeks. I believe I'll ask them over for bridge tomorrow night. It's short notice, but they're usually free Wednesdays. And the Sawtelles."
"Do we have to? That henpecker?"
Tansy laughed. "I don't know how you would ever manage to get along without me—" She stopped short. "I'm afraid you'll have to endure Evelyn. After all, Hervey's the other important man in your department, and it's expected that you see something of each other socially. To make two tables, I'll invite the Carrs."
"Three fearful females," said Norman. "If they represent the average run of professors' wives, I was lucky to get you."
"I sometimes have similar thoughts about professors' wives' husbands," said Tansy.
Then as they smoked over the coffee, she said hesitantly, "Norm, I said I didn't want to talk about last night. But now there's something I want to tell you."
He nodded.