By the time the train is well started he will have begun
talking to that fluffy girl in the other half of the Pullman--no, that
isn't worthy, he wouldn't--but oh Ollie, Ollie!
Half an hour later the telephone rings. Nancy is finishing the breakfast
dishes--her hands jump as she hears it--a slippery plate slops back into
the water and as she dives after it she realizes painfully that the new
water is much too hot.
"What _is_ it, mother?" For an instant the Nancy who has no real self-
respect is talking again.
"Just a minute, Isabella. Mrs. Winters, dear. Don't you want to speak to
her?"
"Oh."
Then----
"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.
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