"If she has
not, I would like to talk to her."
The maid looked slightly surprised.
"If it's your hair, Miss Lily, Mrs. Cardew has asked me to look
after you until she has engaged a maid for you."
"Not my hair," said Lily, cheerfully. "I rather like doing it
myself. I just want to talk to Ellen."
It was a bewildered and rather scandalized Castle who conveyed the
message to Ellen.
CHAPTER VII
"I wish you'd stop whistling that thing," said Miss Boyd, irritably.
"It makes me low in my mind."
"Sorry," said Willy Cameron. "I do it because I'm low in my mind."
"What are you low about?" Miss Boyd had turned toward the rear of
the counter, where a mirror was pasted to a card above a box of
chewing gum, and was carefully adjusting her hair net. "Lady friend
turned you down?"
Willy Cameron glanced at her.
"I'm low because I haven't got a lady friend, Miss Boyd." He held
up a sheet of prescription paper and squinted at it. "Also because
the medical profession writes with its feet, apparently. I've done
everything to this but dip it in acid. I've had it pinned to the
wall, and tried glancing at it as I went past. Sometimes you can
surprise them that way.
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