"This place is certainly dead," Nounou grumbled. "Two miles to walk to the village, and a movie one night a week. Gosh, what a dump to spend summer in. Honest, Liz, I'm so tired workin', if I'd got that insurance o' mine paid up I'd quit a spell."
"Keeps you from thinkin,' don't it? If I had your job I wouldn't kick. Wear white clothes and lay out in the sun with them kids."
"You'd ought to get a place in the city. A good cook like you are could make big money."
"It ain't so dead round here as you might think. Say, you know that man was in the garden 'smorning, the one the children took such a shine to. Is he an old friend to the family?"
"Who?—the one that asked for a piece of cake? Never saw him before. I thought he acted kinda crazy."
"Well, they got him stayin' in the house. He must be someone they know pretty well, he calls 'em all to their first names. Say, I wish you'd seen 'em at supper, honest it was a sketch."
"Who all is there?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Brook, just usual sort o' people; and a dame they call Miss Clyde, dark and a bit serious-lookin'; and this Mr. Martin. Well, for the lovamike, when I go in to fix the table I
