“Not right now. When I'm through with these. But will you ask her if
she's going to be in this afternoon--I want to tell her about my taking
the New York job.”
Satisfied oil pouring back into the telephone with a pleased, thin
chuckle.
“Yes, Nancy has decided. Well, dear, I think she had better tell you
herself--”
Nancy is looking dolefully down at her thumb. Foolish not to have cooled
off that water a little--she has really burned herself. For an instant
she hears Oliver's voice in her ears, low and concerned, sees Oliver
kissing it, making it well. But these things don't happen to sensible,
self-respecting modern girls with experienced mothers, especially when
all the former have now quite made up their own minds.