The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1919-03-06
CHAPTER !.

AS usual nowadays, instead of
knocking at the door Fate called up
on the telephone.
Though the bell shrilled almost in
Mrs. Kip's ear she would not answer
it. She WINGED, shook her head, agi-
tated her rocking chair with petulance,
embroidered vindictively, and hardly
so much called out as sighed very
loudly toward the hallway:
Daphne! Ooh, Daphne! the tele-
phone again"
On the stairs there sounded a
muff1ed scurry like the rush of an
April shower chased down q hillside
by the sun. An allegory of April dart
ed across the room and raised the tel
ephone to her lips as If it were q
beaker of good cheer.
Her mother was used to this humor
of Daphne's and paid no heed till a
sudden frost chilled the warm tone Of
the girls voice. The smile of hOspi-
tality wasted on the telephone had
given place to a look of embarrass-
ment
Mrs. Kip whispered anxiously, "WhO
II it?"
Daphne motioned her not to inter-
rupt, and her voice grew deep and
important. It became what her brother
Bayard called her reception voice"
In her grandest contraltO she said:
This is Miss Kip. Yes, have. Yes,
he does. beg pardon? Oh!-Oh! Oh
How do you do, Mr.. Wmbwm."
"Mr Whn9'O hoTs unfhoP koono6
Daphne whispered to quiet her, "a
young man from New York-friend of
Bayard's-same Office. I haven't got
his name yet"
Into the telephone she was saying,
and bowling and nodding the while
with her pOlitest face. Indeed I'll try
to be. Of course Cleveland's not New
York, but By the way, do you
dance? That's good. That's right !;
might as well be deaf if you don't !!
How long will you be in Cleveland?
Oh, is that all? Well, then, you must
come out here and have tea with US
this very afternoon. I'll call for you
at the hotel in my little car. No; it's
not one Of those; it's an electric. 1
run it myself. Afraid to risk it?
Brave man! I'll be there in fifteen
minutes, and you might be on the
steps. Goodby, Mr.. Wmbwm."
This last was said in the fond tone
OF ancient friendship, and she hung
up the receiver with a gesture like
shaking hands.
She turned to find her mother thin
nlng her lips in a long, tight line; her
coeeks bulged explosively. Daphne
forestalled her:
He's young fellow in the same
nrm as Bayard. Says he's here on
business for ten days. Bayard told
nlm to call me up and tell me to be
nlce to him. That sounds like By.
Also said he hadn't time to write. That
sounds iker still. Bayard told him
W KISS you for him, so he must be all
a1sht. L was going to take him to
.ne MOTEL to tea-dance, but I thought
"a better give him a look-over first.
90 III roll him out here. Get out the
nice china and the napkins / mono
grammed, and"
But, Daphne! Wait! I can't
l haven't time to argue with you,
uainma. Please do as I tell you for
onCe' and don't fuss. Mr.. Wmbwm
VIA probably have a lot of news to
Gby!"
Nhe popped a kiss on the forehead
ot anxiety had turned to corduroy
~nu ran upstairs like another April
d dno"er chasing the. sun uphill. She
Issued, rSled down again with hat and
s sLoves' and, with nose repowdered.
damned talnlned the front door gayly,
ttprummed the steps, and strobe across
me long lrwn to the little electric car