She knew he generally went
to his apartment at that hour.
"I--I want to see you, Con," she said.
"Yes, Lyn. Where?"
She felt the answer meant much, so she paused.
"After dinner, Con, and come right up to--to my workshop."
"I will be there--early."
Lynda was never more her merry old self than she was at dinner; but she
was genuinely relieved when Brace told her he was going out.
"What are you going to do, Lyn?" he asked.
"Why--go up to my workshop. I've neglected things horribly, lately."
"I thought that night work was taboo?"
"I rarely work at night, Brace. And you--where are you going?"
"Up to Morrell's."
Lynda raised her eyebrows.
"Mrs. Morrell's sister has come from the West, Lyn. She's very
interesting. She's _voted_, and it hasn't hurt her."
"Why should it? And"--Lynda came around the table and paused as she was
about to go out of the room "I wonder if she could pass the coffee-urn
test, on a pinch?"
Kendall coloured vividly. "I've been thinking more of my end of the
table since I saw her than I ever have before in my life. It isn't all
coffee-urn, Lyn."
"Indeed it isn't! I must see this little womanly Lochinvar at once. Is
she pretty--pretty as Mrs. John?"
"Why--I don't know. I haven't thought. She's so different from--every
one. She's little but makes you think big. She's always saying things
you remember afterward, but she doesn't talk much.
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