the room to answer it. She listened for the expected voice. She was disappointed. It was Dick Sill. He retired to the kitchen with Howard and Olive. Even from her own room she could hear them laughing. They were telling Dick now. She tried, unsuccessfully, to read. She lifted the shade, and peered out of the window. The street was deserted. She arranged her hair once more. Then, following an impulse, she went into Olive's room and borrowed a few drops of Narcisse Noir for her handkerchief and the little hollows behind her ears.
The bell did not ring again till ten-thirty. Mary ran to answer it, but Olive was beforehand.
So you're the new sheik, Olive greeted him.
Do I look like one? he laughed, and then cried, Hello, Mary.
How are you? Mary asked him. Rest your coat and hat and meet Mr. Allison and Mr. Sill.
The two young men stood grinning in the kitchen doorway.
Glad to know you both.
Are you any relation to Robert Kasson? Dick inquired.
He's my dad.
I've heard about him. I used to go down to Philadelphia a lot.
Sit down, Byron, Mary invited.
Yes, for heaven's sake, everybody sit down, Olive echoed.
Did you go to Howard? Dick queried.
