“Not had a call from Miss Simpson?” smilingly.
“How did you know?”
“I don’t know. I asked you.”
“Yes; Agnes called—of course.”
“What report of your friends the Randalls, then?”
“Shame on you—really.”
“No. I didn’t mean it that way—really. You know it. I’m interested because you are. How are things coming on with them?”
The girl fingered the roll in her lap absently. “Badly, I’m afraid. Margery’s gone to Chicago to visit her cousin, and shop. She can’t seem to realize—or won’t. I went over and baked some things for Harry yesterday. He’s dismissed the maid they had and the place looks as cheerful as a barn. I didn’t even see him.”
“You noticed the house, though, doubtless. Much new furniture about?” 176
“Yes, for the dining-room; a complete new suite, sideboard and all, in weathered oak. It’s dear.... How in the world did you know, though?”