"'Lo, Hazel," said Bill. "Everything all right?"
Hazel smiled again. She did have beautiful teeth. There was the fetching dimple too.
"Why, of course everything's all right," she told him. "Why wouldn't it be?"
Bill noticed that she did not look at Rafe Tuckleton.
"Here's Mr. Tuckleton," said he.
"I see him," shortly.
"And—you're—sure—everything's—all—right?" Bill drawled in a lifeless voice.
"Of course I'm sure."
"And—you're—sure everything—has—been—all—right—all day?"
Hazel nodded. "Of course it has. Won't you come in, Billy—before the kitchen gets all cold?"