"Yes; I said that too."

"And I thought she was making it up!" exclaimed Holworthy.
"We did laugh. You must see the fun of it yourself."

Lest Sam should fail to do so he proceeded to elaborate.

"You must see the fun in a man trying to make a date with
Anita Flagg--just as if she were nobody!"

"I don't think," said Sam, "that was my idea." He waved his
stick at a passing taxi. "I'm late," he said. He abandoned
Hollis on the sidewalk, chuckling and grinning with delight,
and unconscious of the mischief he had made.

An hour later at the office, when Sam was waiting for an
assignment, the telephone boy hurried to him, his eyes lit
with excitement.

"You're wanted on the 'phone," he commanded. His voice
dropped to an awed whisper. "Miss Anita Flagg wants to speak
to you!"

The blood ran leaping to Sam's heart and face. Then he
remembered that this was not Sister Anne who wanted to speak
to him, but a woman he had never met.

"Say you can't find me," he directed. The boy gasped, fled,
and returned precipitately.