“Where’s Gail?” he wanted to know.
“Out driving with Edward E. Allison,” answered both ladies.
“Still?” inquired Jim Sargent, and then he laughed. “She’s a clever girl. Smart as a whip! She nearly started a riot in the vestry.”
“Was Willis Cunningham there?” inquired Mrs. Davies interestedly.
“Took me in a corner after the meeting and told me that Gail bore a remarkable resemblance to the Fratelli Madonna, and might he call.”
“Mr. Cunningham is one of the men I was anxious for her to meet,” and Mrs. Davies touched her second finger, as if she were checking off a list.
“What did Gail do?” wondered Mrs. Sargent.
Jim, crossing to the door, chuckled, and removed his watch chain from his vest.
“Told Boyd that Market Square Church was a good business proposition.”
The ladies did not share his amusement.