"They opened in Atlantic City last week; expect to return Monday."
"They say she's got a big hit! Glad of it!"
"So what's-his-name—your cartoonist—doesn't approve?" said Doré, smiling.
"He's a perfect pest. Furious at Vaughan Chandler and that crowd. Lectures me from morning to night—heavens!"
"What's wrong?"
"He's coming around for me at one. He'll be wild if he sees Benson! Lord! Dodo, what shall I do?"
"Leave word you're out with Josephus!"
"That won't stop him!" said Ida scornfully. "He's liable to go to sleep on the door-step!"
"Leave him to me, then," said Dodo, with the facility of long practise. "I'll receive him while you two vamose."
"I say, Do," said Ida, with sudden gratitude, "I owe you a pointer." She went on tiptoe to the door of Winona's room, listened a moment, and returning stealthily, held up crossed fingers. "Don't trust her!"