“Most respectable.”
“Then you may come and walk me home. I think the air will do me good.”
“It’s very light diet, though,” observed Banneker.
“Oh, very well,” responded the telephone in tones of patient resignation. “I’ll watch you eat. Good-bye.”
Seated at a quiet table in the restaurant, Betty Raleigh leaned back in her chair, turning expectant eyes upon her companion.
“Now tell your aged maiden auntie all about it.”
“Did I say I was going to tell you about it?”
“You said you weren’t. Therefore I wish to know.”
“I think I’m fired.”
“Fired? From The Ledger? Do you care?”