"Fine," I replied.
And then she asked evasively, her curiosity getting the better of her. "How's everything at your establishment?"
"Oh, all right. I have a note already written to you. There's a new member in our family, you know."
I saw the colour rush to Edith's face.
"No!" she exclaimed. "Really?" Then arming herself against a dreaded blow she gasped, "Which is it?"
"A girl," I hated to announce; "born Thursday."
"A girl! Did you say a girl?" Edith's voice broke into a nervous laugh. "Lucy Vars, has Oliver's wife a little girl? Is she dreadfully disappointed? How is she? When was it? How much does it weigh? A girl! Well, well, is it possible?" Her eyes were fairly glowing now.
I followed her into the elevator.
"You mean it? You aren't fooling? This isn't a joke?" she exclaimed as we dropped a floor.