"Oh, not in Whitby," replied Miss Lambkin. "Not for Joseph! As far's that goes, he isn't seen very often with girls that he ought to be with. But I hear that when he's in Boston it's a different story. Of course, I haven't seen him with my own eyes, but I have reliable information. You know he goes to Boston for weeks at a time."
"M-m," assented Mrs. Upjohn, rocking quietly and comfortably. "He stays at the best hotels, I believe."
"Registers at the most expensive," corrected Miss Lambkin, "I have no doubt. I s'pose he stays there some of the time. To tell the truth," she confessed, somewhat crestfallen at having to make the humiliating confession, "I didn't just hear what Everett does that Sally Ladue doesn't like."
"Oh," said Mrs. Upjohn. She did not look up and there was a certain air of triumph in the way she uttered that simple syllable which grated on Miss Lambkin's sensibilities.
"Sally's a sort of high-and-mighty girl," continued Miss Lambkin tentatively.
"Sally's a nice girl and a good girl," said Mrs. Upjohn cordially; "capable, I should say."
"No doubt she is," Letty returned without enthusiasm. "It's rather strange that she is all that, considering what her father did."
Mrs. Upjohn laughed comfortably. "I used to know her father. There was no telling what he would do."
"Ran off with another woman," said Letty, "and some money. That's what I heard."
Mrs. Upjohn laughed again. "He disappeared," she conceded. "I never heard that there was any other woman in the case and I'm reasonably sure there wasn't any money."