Someone asked the time.
“Jee-ru-salem!” whispered Gorgas. “I’ve got to cut it home.”
“Tell your mother I’m coming by on Wednesday afternoon. At about three. I’m looking over that Williams boy at two. It’s near you, you know.”
“Very good, Professor Blynn.”
“Mr. Blynn, if you don’t mind.”
“Very good, Mr. Blynn.”
“Stay around Wednesday, will you? I want to talk some more.”
“Very good, Mr. Blynn.”
“Come around; you’ll find me in.”
The frown was entirely gone. She was smiling at her own “poetry” as she moved off.