The youth looked up, with eyes warmed by the words on the pink paper which he held.
"Could you give me the address of Mr. Ninian Deacon?"
"Let's see—you mean Dwight Deacon, I guess?"
"No. It's his brother. He's been here. From Oregon. I thought he might have given you his address—" she dwindled away.
"Wait a minute," said the youth. "Nope. No address here. Say, why don't you send it to his brother? He'd know. Dwight Deacon, the dentist."
"I'll do that," Lulu said absurdly, and turned away.
She went back up the street, walking fast now to get away from them all. Once or twice she pretended not to see a familiar face. But when she passed the mirror in an insurance office window, she saw her reflection and at its appearance she felt surprise and pleasure.
"Well!" she thought, almost in Ina's own manner.
Abruptly her confidence rose.
Something of this confidence was still upon her when she returned. They were in the dining-room now, all save Di, who was on the porch with Bobby, and Monona, who was in bed and might be heard extravagantly singing.