“The Mayor.”
“Jimson?”—and Roger fell back in his seat with a disturbed air.
“The same,” said Grandma, calmly.
Roger wrinkled his forehead. “That reminds me—came to see you partly about that. It seems Berty and the Mayor go about a good deal together.”
“How do you know?” asked Grandma, shrewdly.
“Oh, I know, people notice them.”
“Some one has been complaining to you,” said Grandma. “Who was it?”
Roger smiled. “Well, to tell the truth, Tom Everest was grumbling. You know he has been just like a brother to Berty and Margaretta.”
“Yes, I know,” said Grandma, tranquilly. “I just wanted to find out whether there was any public gossip about Berty’s friendship for the Mayor. Friendly inquiry on the part of an old playmate is another matter.”