“Come, honey,” she said to Ina. “It is time to go home.”
A man stood near the door as they passed and raised his hat eagerly.
“Who is that man?” Ina said to young Eastman when they were on the sidewalk.
“His name is Lee.”
When the party had gone out, Lee turned with his self-conscious, consequential air. Ray, the postmaster, was standing at the counter. Little Willy Eddy also was there. He lingered about the soda-fountain. Nobody knew how badly he wanted a drink of soda. He was like a child about it, but he was afraid lest his Minna should call him to account for the five cents.
“Pretty fine-looking girls,” observed Lee to Ray and Drew.
“Yes,” assented Ray. “You know them?”
“Well, no, not directly, but Captain Carroll and I are quite intimate in a business way.”
The druggist looked up eagerly. “You think he is good?” he asked.
“I have heard some queer things lately,” said the postmaster.