"What kind of a girl was that who was here this afternoon?"
[Illustration: I had begun on collars and neckties when Vio said, "What
kind of a girl was that who was here this afternoon?"]
"You must have seen something of her for yourself. I understood from
her that she'd been coming to see you."
"She's been here three times. Alice Mountney sent her, and I believe
Lulu Averill sent her to her. I had no idea that she had anything in
her mind than just to sell this new kind of corset."
"And had she?"
"Didn't she tell you?"
"She didn't tell me. If she's said anything to you, I don't know what
it can be."
"She's not--she's not crazy, is she?"
"I shouldn't think so. Why do you ask?"
"Then she's extremely peculiar."
"We're all that in our different ways, aren't we?"
"I don't know now whether to take her seriously or not."
"What about?"
"About--about--Dick."