“Sit down,” invited Andy, shoving a pile of books and papers off a chair.
“Thanks. Nice day, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” answered Andy slowly, wondering what was the object of the call.
“Nice day for a walk.”
“Yes.”
“Ever go for a walk?”
“Sure. Lots of times.”
“Going to-day?”
“I don’t know. Are you?”
“Oh, I didn’t mean with me. I’ve got a date, anyhow. Say, look here, Blair, if you don’t mind me getting personal. If you were to take a walk out toward East Rock Park you might meet a friend of yours.”