People didn’t say such things in polite society ... and if they didn’t, why not? And if they did, would the world listen?
CHAPTER XVII
NEWS FOR THE TOWN-CRIER
It was just before New Year’s that Lucy Logan brought a letter for Frederick Towne to sign, and when he had finished she said, “Mr. Towne, I’m sorry, but I’m not going to work any more. So will you please accept my resignation?”
He showed his surprise. “What’s the matter? Aren’t we good enough for you?”
“It isn’t that.” She stopped and went on, “I’m going to be married, Mr. Towne.”
“Married?” He was at once congratulatory. “That’s a pleasant thing for you, and I mustn’t spoil it by telling you how hard it is going to be to find someone to take your place.”
“I think if you will have Miss Dale? She’s really very good.”
Frederick was curious. What kind of lover had won this quiet Lucy? Probably some clerk or salesman. “What about the man? Nice fellow, I hope——”