Ellen raised her brows with a mischievous air.
“I didn’t care to spread any—what sort of gossip did you say, Jim?”
“Confound it! I didn’t mean that.”
“Of course I could see he was some one who used to live here,” she went on. “He knew father.”
Jim had thrust his hands deep into his trousers’ pockets. He uttered an impatient ejaculation.
“And he said he should go out whenever he felt like it. He doesn’t like the automobile.”
“Oh, it’s an impossible proposition. I see that plainly enough!” Jim said, as if to himself. “But it seems a pity—”
He appeared to plunge into profound meditation.
“I say, Ellen, you like her; don’t you? ...Don’t see how you can help it. She’s a wonder!”
“Who? Miss Orr?”