"Catherine!" Charles was calling. "Some one wants you."
"Now! It wasn't Daddy at all." Spencer was triumphant.
"Move along into the living room," said Catherine, rising. "Mrs. O'Lay is waiting to clear the table."
Then, as she sat down at the desk, she had a hasty, random thought. Stella Partridge hadn't called for Charles once these past weeks. Perhaps that hint of Henrietta's—Margaret's voice cut in.
"Hello! You back?" Catherine settled herself comfortably.
"Just in. Everything all right? I've been talking with Henrietta."
"Yes. Really all right. Spencer had a party to-night, his first dinner with the family."
"Could I see him to-morrow?"
"Of course. Where have you been, anyway? Mother was vague."