After a time, when the clerk seemed to have reached the end of his
resources, the young lady hesitantly ventured some suggestions as to
other houses where rooms might possibly be had. These suggestions she
addressed entirely to the clerk--who, upon receiving them, did more
telephoning.
"Have you tried Mrs. Eichelberger?" the young lady asked him, after
several more failures.
He had not, but promptly did so. His conversation with Mrs. Eichelberger
started promisingly, but presently we heard him make the damning
admission he had been compelled repeatedly to make before:
"No, ma'am. It's two men."
Then, just as the last hope seemed to be fading, our angel of mercy
spoke again.
"Wait!" she put in impulsively. "Tell her--tell her I recommend them."
Thus informed, Mrs. Eichelberger became compliant; but when the details
were arranged, and we turned to thank our benefactor, she had fled.
Mrs. Eichelberger's house was but a few blocks distant from the Gilmer.
She installed us in two large, comfortable rooms, remarking, as we
entered, that we had better hurry, as we were already late.
"Late for what?" one of us asked.
"Didn't you come for the senior dramatics?"
"Senior dramatics where?"
"At the I.I. and C."
"What is the I.I. and C?"
At this question a look of doubt, if not suspicion, crossed the lady's
face.
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