"You'll write?" she said. "You promised."
Kate Nicholson looked at Sandy with arching eyebrows. She too appeared to scent romance, to approve of it. Miranda broke in.
"I'm sure glad it's good news," she said.
Sandy fancied she was about to ask about Keith. He knew her curiosity to be lively, though he thought her tact would appreciate the situation with regard to Molly. "I've got some of my own," she continued. "There's been trouble out to Jim Plimsoll's. He shot at Wyatt or Wyatt at him, I don't know which rightly. But there was sides taken an' a gen'ral rumpus. Several of his men quit or was run off the place. It's been a reg'lar scandal. Called the place the Waterline. Whiskyline w'ud have suited it better, I reckon. Plimsoll's aimin' to sell out, Ed heard. It'll be a good riddance."
"Whoever buys the stock is takin' a long chance," said Mormon. "Aimin' to sell, is he?"
"I'll have a telegram fo' you to take back, Mirandy," said Sandy. "You sendin' one, Westlake?"
"If you'll take it, Miss Bailey."
"Glad to."
Westlake and Molly were both standing. They moved toward the door and out to the moonlit veranda together.
"They seem to hit it off well, that pair," said Miranda.