``Yes. My sister Belle told me. She hears
from Billy once in a while. Will it be a go, this
time?''

``We'll hope so--for everybody's sake. I
imagine no one has seen it yet--it's not finished;
but Alice says--''

Calderwell turned abruptly, a quizzical smile
on his face.

``See here, my son,'' he interposed, ``it strikes
me that this Alice is saying a good deal--to you!
Who is she?''

Arkwright gave a light laugh.

``Why, I told you. She is Miss Alice Greggory,
Mrs. Henshaw's friend--and mine. I
have known her for years.''

``Hm-m; what is she like?''

``Like? Why, she's like--like herself, of
course. You'll have to know Alice. She's the
salt of the earth--Alice is,'' smiled Arkwright,
rising to his feet with a remonstrative gesture,
as he saw Calderwell pick up his coat. ``What's
your hurry?''