"B-b-b-blair," says she. "I--wouldn't have him know for--for anything. But he--he--what he said hurt. He--he called me a meddlesome old maid. It was something I had to do too. I--I thought he'd understand. I--I thought he knew I--I liked him!" "Eh?" says I gaspy. "I've never cared so much before--about what the others thought," she goes on. "I'm just Joey to them, out for a good time. I'll always be Joey, I suppose, to most of them. But I--I thought Blair was different, you know. I--I----" And the sobs get the best of the argument. I glances over at Vee puzzled, and Vee shrugs her shoulders. We drifts back as far as the door. "Poor Joey!" says Vee. "Is it straight," says I, "about her and Blair?" Vee nods. "Only he doesn't know," says she. "Then it's time he did," says I. "There!" says Vee, givin' me a grateful look that tingles clear down to my toes. "I just knew you could help. But how can----" "Watch!" says I. I finds him packin' his precious violin and preparin' to beat it. "See here, Hiscock," says I. "Maybe you think you're the only one whose feelin's have been hurt this evenin'." He stares at me grouchy. "Ah, ditch the assault and battery!" says I. "It ain't me. But there's someone in the lib'ry you could soothe with a word or two maybe. Why not go in and see her?" "Her?" says he, starin' pop-eyed. "You--you don't mean Miss Billings?" "Sure!" says I. "Joey, it's you she wants, and if I was you I'd----" But he's off on the run, with a queer, eager look on his face. I don't expect there's been so many who've wanted Sukey. But the worst of it was I had to go without hearin' how it all come out. Mr. Robert didn't have much to report next mornin', either. "Oh, we left them in the library, still talking," says he. It's near a week later too that I gets anything more definite. Then I was up to the Ellins's on an errand when I discovers Blair waitin' in the front room. He greets me real cordial and friendly, which is quite a jar. A minute later down the stairs floats Marjorie and her friend Miss Billings. "Oh, there you are, Joey!" says Blair, rushin' out and grabbin' her by the arm impetuous. "Come along. I'm going to take you both to dinner and then to the opera. Come!" "Isn't he brutal?" laughs Joey, pattin' him folksy on the cheek. So I take it there's been something doin' in the solitaire and wilt-thou line. Some cross-mated pair they'll make; but I ain't so sure it won't be a good match. Anyway, when he gets her as a side partner, Sukey needn't do any more worryin' about bears. CHAPTER XI TEAMWORK WITH AUNTY As Mr. Robert hangs up the desk 'phone and turns to me I catches him smotherin' a smile. "Torchy," says he, "are you a patron of the plastic art?" "Corns, or backache?" says I. "Not plasters," says he; "plastic; in short, sculpture." "Never sculped a sculpin," says I. "What's the joke?"