Next day the Westlakes calls up another agency, and by night they had
an entire new line of help on the job.
What do you guess, though? Here yesterday afternoon I leaves the
office on the jump and chases up to the apartment house where Vee and
Auntie are settled for the winter. My idea was that I might catch Vee
comin' home from a shoppin' orgie, or the matinee, or something, and
get a few minutes' conversation in the lobby.
The elevator-boy says she's out, too, so it looks like I was a winner.
I waits half an hour and she don't show up, and I'm just about to take
a chance on ringin' up Auntie for information, when in she comes,
chirky and smilin', with rose leaves sprinkled on both cheeks and her
eyes sparklin'. Also she has a bundle of books under one arm.
"Why the literature?" says I. "Goin' to read Auntie to sleep?"
"There!" says she, poutin' cute. "I wasn't going to let anyone know.
I've started in at college."
"Wha-a-at!" says I. "You ain't never goin' to be a lady doctor or
anything like that, are you?"
"I am taking a course at Columbia," says Vee, "in domestic science.
Doris is doing it, too. And such fun! To-day we learned how to make a
bed--actually made it up, too. To-morrow I am going to boil potatoes.
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