Mrs. Adams spoke to Gertrude in an undertone:
"Just say, 'Not at home.'"
"What?"
"If it's callers, just say we're not at home."
Gertrude spoke out freely: "You mean you astin' me to 'tend you' front do' fer you?"
She seemed both incredulous and affronted, but Mrs. Adams persisted, though somewhat apprehensively. "Yes. Hurry—uh—please. Just say we're not at home—if you please."
Again Gertrude obviously hesitated between compliance and revolt, and again the meeker course fortunately prevailed with her. She gave Mrs. Adams a stare, grimly derisive, then departed. When she came back she said:
"He say he wait."
"But I told you to tell anybody we were not a home," Mrs. Adams returned. "Who is it?"
"Say he name Mr. Law."
"We don't know any Mr. Law."
"Yes'm; he know you. Say he anxious to speak Mr. Adams. Say he wait."
"Tell him Mr. Adams is engaged."
"Hold on a minute," Adams intervened. "Law?
