"You're simply fine to take all this trouble for me!"
She tapped him again on the arm.
"Silly! We take care of our own people, of course! Let's plan it.
Have you any connections in town at all?"
"Well, I've met quite a few people about town, and I have some letters."
"Casual acquaintances are well enough, but your letters?"
"I have one to Calhoun Bennett, and to Mr. Dempster, and Mr. Farwell, and Truett—"
But she was making a wry face.
"What's the matter with, them?" he demanded.
"Cal Bennett's all right—but the others—oh, I suppose they're all right in a business way—but—"
"But, what?"