“I’ll come for a month at the salary you mentioned.”
“Good. Can you pack a bag and go out on the 4:10 with us? We’ll send you home in a taxi and send for you.”
She considered a moment.
“All right.”
She rose, explained to the head of the bureau, and later they went out together.
“Wally, when’s lunch?” demanded Isabelle.
“Now. We’ll send Miss Barnes off in our cab, and pick up another. A cab will come for you at three thirty, Miss Barnes, and we’ll meet you at the Information booth.”
“I’ll be there. Good-bye, Isabelle.”
“Good-bye, Ann.”