"I felt it was better not to."
"Oh!--good-by." And she hung up the receiver.
Back in the dining room, uneasy under Winchie's serious steady gaze, she
winced at his first remark: "Mr. Gallatin's company. There's you--and
me--and the rest's company." After a pause, doubtfully: "Except papa.
He's not quite company, I guess."
"Do you want some of the hash?"
"You said there wasn't to be company."
"Please! Please!" she cried. "You'll give me the headache."
"You said I was always to say what I had in my brains."