“Thanks; that is very good. You know we newspapers always adore a scoop,” said Olivia, and she smiled in satisfaction.
“Why, what in the name of goodness is a scoop?” queried Marie.
“When we print a good thing that other papers fail to get, we call it a scoop.”
“Thanks for the information. May I not,” said Marie, “order some refreshments?”
“No, thank you,” said Winters, with modest dignity, “I only accept hospitality under certain conditions.”
“Be that as you wish,” said Marie, with equal dignity, “I had no desire to offend.”
“I am sure of that, my dear young lady; yet even newspaper women have their scruples.”
“Then I can serve you no further?”
“In no way save to assist me in getting out quickly and unobserved.”
“Then follow me,” said Marie.