BOB. Oh, Mr. Lindquist, the—the—Ter——
MOLLIE. [Interrupting frantically, and waving her hands at Bob.] Yes, yes, of course. You know—Mr. Lindquist! [Bob catches himself just in time and Mollie settles back with a sigh of relief, then turns to Hilda with a puzzled air.] But where did Mr. Lindquist get such an idea?
HILDA. Mrs. Russell tell heem so.
MOLLIE. [Now entirely bewildered.] What Mrs. Russell?
HILDA. Meeses Russell—your friend.
MOLLIE. [More and more at sea.] Mrs. Edwin Russell, who comes to see me—every now and then?
HILDA. Yes.
MOLLIE. But how does Mrs. Russell know Mr. Lindquist and why should she tell Mr. Lindquist that we expected to move to the North Shore?
HILDA. Meester Leendquist, he build Meeses Russell's house. That ees hees business. He build houses on North Shore and he sell them and rent them.
[Bob and Mollie look at each other and at Hilda, in wonder and astonishment as the situation slowly filters into their brains. A long pause.]