"Sure," he said. "Service. Domestic."
Phyllis's flush deepened.
"Oh, no," she cried. "I'm—I'm just on a visit."
The conductor realized his mistake, and tried to glide over the fence.
"If you were to tell me the part of Grand Avenoo you're needing, maybe I could give you the right surface car to take."
"That would be very kind," Phyllis said earnestly. Then her dark brows drew together perplexedly. "It's rather difficult," she went on. "You see, I don't really know just whereabouts Mrs. Hendrie lives."
"Mrs. Hendrie, d'you say, miss? Mrs. Alexander Hendrie?"
"Yes, yes. That's the lady," Phyllis cried eagerly. "Do you know where her house is?"
"Gee!"
"What did you say? I didn't——"