“Let me go, Milly.”

“But who in the world!  Nobody knows we’re—­”

He was at the telephone.  “Who?  Who?  Oh.”  He turned:  “It’s Miz’ Merz.  She says her little Minnie went by at six and saw a light in the house.  She—­Hello!  What?...  She says she wants to know if she’s to save time for you at the end of the month for the April cleaning.”

Mrs. Brewster took the receiver from him:  “The twenty-fifth, as usual,
Miz’ Merz.  The twenty-fifth, as usual.  The attic must be a sight.”

THE END