“Imagine that!” she panted, “Mother wants me to meet a train and take an old lady to see the Hilton house. As if I could show a house to one of father’s customers!” Ruth’s voice betrayed actual antipathy to the very idea.
“But why not?” queried Nancy. “If she is just an old lady—”
“A rich old lady who has come a distance without notifying father’s office, and there isn’t a man within call to take her out,” Ruth sighed miserably. The thought of showing a house seemed absolutely beyond her.
“I’ll go with you,” Nancy offered. “Why couldn’t we show a house? We know how to call out rooms, don’t we?”
Ruth jerked back her pretty head and stared at Nancy.
“All right,” she exclaimed, brightening perceptibly. “I’ll go if you promise to do the talking. I’m sure you can call off rooms and do more than that in the business line, Nancy. Let’s hurry. The train is almost due.”
So the two young “real estate ladies” were presently seated most circumspectly in the taxi, on the way to “meet a wealthy lady who wanted to look at the Hilton house.”
And Nancy was fairly aglow with the prospect of a new and interesting business adventure.
CHAPTER XIX
A DISCOVERY
“Isn’t she lovely? Looks like a cameo.” That was Nancy’s remark to Ruth when Mrs. Mortimer Cullen tarried in the sun parlor of the Hilton house, through which the girls were conducting her.