"
He turned a switch and placed an ear-piece over his head, giving
me another connected with it. We listened eagerly. There were no
foreign noises in the machine, no grating or thumping sounds, as
he controlled the running off of the steel wire by means of a
foot-pedal.
We were listening to everything that had been said over the
Willoughby telephone during the day. Several local calls to
tradesmen came first, and these we passed over quickly. Finally we
heard the following conversation:
"Hello. Is that you, Ella? Yes, this is Maud. Good-morning. How do
you feel to-day?"
"Good-morning, Maud. I don't feel very well. I have a splitting
headache."
"Oh, that's too bad, dear. What are you doing for it?"
"Nothing--yet. If it doesn't get better I shall have Mr.
Willoughby call up Dr. Guthrie."
"Oh, I hope it gets better soon. You poor creature, don't you
think a little trip into town might make you feel better? Had you
thought of going to-day?"
"Why, no. I hadn't thought of going in. Are you going?"
"Did you see the Trimble ad.
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