"You mean in my case?" I asked, somewhat nervously.
"In making all morning calls," she explained. "At night, when the night operator isn't busy, she takes the call list, gets the names of the people, and notes them down opposite the room numbers so that I can read them off, when I ring, in the morning. Mr. Woods says that it makes guests feel more at home."
"It does," I assured her sadly. Then, in justice, I added: "Nevertheless you have a most agreeable voice."
"It's very kind of you to speak of it," she returned.
"Not at all," said I. "I am writing something about San Francisco, and I want to know your name so that I can mention you as the owner of the voice."
"Oh," she said, "are you a writer?"
"I am," I declared firmly.
"And you're really going to mention me?"
"I am if you will give me your name."
"It's Lulu Maguire," she said. "Will you let me know when it comes out?"