"Hello, Susan Brown!" said Miss Saunders, imprisoning Susan's hand between two snowy gloves. "Where've you been?"
"Where've YOU been?" Susan laughed. "Italy and Russia and Holland!"
"Don't be an utter little hypocrite, child, and try to make talk with a woman of my years I I've been home two weeks, anyway."
"Emily home?"
Miss Saunders nodded slowly, bit her lip, and stared at Susan in a rather mystifying and very pronounced way.
"Emily is home, indeed," she said absently. Then abruptly she added: "Can you lunch with me to-morrow--no, Wednesday--at the Town and Country, infant?"
"Why, I'd love to!" Susan answered, dimpling.
"Well; at one? Then we can talk. Tell me," Miss Saunders lowered her voice, "is Mrs. Baxter in? Oh, damn!" she added cheerfully, as Susan nodded. Susan glanced back, before the door closed, and saw her meet the old lady in the hall and give her an impulsive kiss.