In sheer desperation she had that very morning set her restless charge to work copying names out of the Social Register—names she had checked off at random between the hours of ten and two the previous night.
Jane's distress increased to a state bordering on anguish.
"Oh, dear! He—he is out of town for two or three days."
"Out of town?"
"He told me last night he was to be off early this morning for Mrs. Millidew's country place somewhere on Long Island. Mrs. Millidew had to go down to see about improvements or repairs or something before the house is opened for the season."
"Mrs. Millidew was in the shop this morning for a 'try-on,'" said the other. "She has changed her plans, no doubt."
Jane's honest blue eyes wavered slightly as she met her friend's questioning gaze.
"I think he said that young Mrs. Millidew was going down to look after the work for her mother-in-law."
