“A big rug, too, and curtains, and—a lot of things?”
“How did you know, you? Tell me that.”
“Would you say it was worth four hundred dollars in all, what you saw?” The eyes were smiling again.
“Perhaps. I don’t know. I have never bought such things.... You haven’t answered my question yet.”
“I know because Mr. Randall told me. He also requested me, as a favor, to ask you about them instead of going to the house myself.”
“Which means you made him a loan to pay the bill. Are you a friend of Harry’s?”
“A loan, yes. A friend—only as your friends are mine.”
“It’s too bad, a burning shame—when Harry works so hard, too.” The girl winked fast, against her will. “I can’t quite forgive Margery.”
“For going to Chicago?”
“For everything. For that too.”