“Mrs. or Miss Brown?”
Suddenly Molly heard the Professor’s voice quite close to the telephone saying:
“Alice, is that someone for me?”
“Yes, an individual of the illuminating name of Brown wishes to speak to you. I don’t see why they can’t leave you alone for one day in the year.”
Molly smiled. Why was it that down deep in the unexplored caverns of her soul there lurked an infinitesimally tiny feeling of relief that Miss Alice Fern was plainly a vixen?
“How do you do, Professor Green? This is Molly Brown.”
“How do you do? Is anything the matter?” answered the Professor in rather an anxious tone.
“I wanted to tell you that Mr. Blount is here. Old Mr. Blount.”
The Professor seemed too surprised to answer for a moment. Or it might have been that Miss Alice Fern was lingering at his elbow and embarrassed him.
“Where?” he asked.