“I don’t think so; but you never can tell. He was at a table half way down the room; and Pat, who do you suppose was with him?”
“Couldn’t guess.”
“Rhoda!”
“Our Rhoda?” repeated Patricia, unbelievingly.
Hazel nodded.
“Don’t let’s say anything about it to anybody,” proposed Patricia after a minute’s thought. “It’s awfully queer, but since we can’t understand it, there’s no object in creating talk and making things unpleasant for Rhoda.”
“No, of course not. I like Rhoda.”
“We all do, and I guess she needs her job. She said something one day about some one being dependent on her.”
“Do you suppose Norman goes with her?” continued Hazel, scraping up the last of her chocolate pudding.
“I haven’t any idea. He’s been out with Clarice quite often of late. I hope she doesn’t hear about Rhoda.”