Down she flew. It was Harry.

" Oh, is that you, Ber ? Look here. I'll be late. I'll take a taxi and come along as quickly as I can, but get dinner put back ten minutes—will you ? All right ? "

" Yes, perfectly. Oh, Harry ! "

" Yes ? "

What had she to say ? She'd nothing to say. She only wanted to get in touch with him for a moment. She couldn't absurdly cry: " Hasn't it been a divine day ! "

" What is it ? " rapped out the little voice.

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" Nothing. Entendu" said Bertha, and hung up the receiver, thinking how more than idiotic civilization was.