"Wait!" she put in impulsively. "Tell her—tell her I recommend them."
Thus informed, Mrs. Eichelberger became compliant; but when the details were arranged, and we turned to thank our benefactor, she had fled.
Mrs. Eichelberger's house was but a few blocks distant from the Gilmer. She installed us in two large, comfortable rooms, remarking, as we entered, that we had better hurry, as we were already late.
"Late for what?" one of us asked.
"Didn't you come for the senior dramatics?"
"Senior dramatics where?"
"At the I. I. and C."
"What is the I. I. and C?"
At this question a look of doubt, if not suspicion, crossed the lady's face.
"Where are you-all from?" she demanded.