The Higher Thinkers gave a sigh of relief.
“I could hardly tear myself away this morning,” replied Miss Fairlow pleasantly. “It was so engrossing.”
Engrossing! Some sort of Eastern philosophy, of course. Again desperate glances were turned upon the embodiment of Higher Thought. Again she rose to the occasion.
“I felt just the same about it when I—er—when I,” she risked the expression, “took it up.”
She felt that this implied that she had known about Omshafu long before Miss Fairlow, and this conveyed a delicate snub.
Miss Fairlow’s glance rested momentarily on her bandaged finger.
“THERE’S OMSHAFU HIMSELF,” SAID MISS FAIRLOW
IN HER CLEAR VOICE. “I CAN SEE HIS DEAR LITTLE
PINK NOSE PEEPING OUT.”
“It goes very deep,” she murmured.
Miss Barney was gaining confidence.