"Exactly. You have it sized up correctly, my dear." Miss
Georgie Howard nodded her--head three times, and her eyes were
mirthful." It's a game. I made it a game. I had to, in
self-defense. Otherwise--" She waved a hand conspicuous for its
white plumpness and its fingers tapering beautifully to little,
pink nails immaculately kept. "I took at the job and the place
just as it stands, without anything in the way of mitigation.
Can you see yourself holding it down for longer than a week?
I've been here a month."
"I think," Evadna ventured, "it must be fun."
"Oh, yes. It's fun--if you make fun OF it. However, before we
settle down for a real visit, I've a certain duty to perform, if
you will excuse my absence for a moment. Incidentally," she
added, getting lazily out of the chair, "it will illustrate just
how I manage my system."
Her absence was purely theoretical. She stepped off the rug,
went to the "express office," and took a card from the desk.
When she had stood it upright behind the inkwell, Evadna read in
large, irregular capitals:
"OUT.
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