He'd have spoken too, but she
didn't give him time.
"You don't mean to tell me," she cried, "that you didn't find out where
she lived while you were right there in New York!"
John came in just then with the cocktails and Violet, turning to him
tragically, repeated, "He doesn't even know where she lives!"
"Oh, I'm a boob, I know," said Jimmy. "Give me a cocktail. A telephone's
the driest thing in the world to talk into. But, as I told the other
five ..."
Violet frowned as she echoed, "The other five--what?"
Jimmy turned to John Williamson with a perfectly electric grin.
"The other five of Rose Aldrich's friends--and yours," he said, "who
called me up this afternoon and invited me to dinner, and asked for her
address so that they could write her notes and tell her how glad they
were."
John said, "Whoosh!" all but upset his tray and slammed it down on the
piano, in order to leave himself free to jubilate properly. With solemn
joy he ceremoniously shook hands with Jimmy.
Violet stood looking at them thoughtfully.
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