Good morning . '' `` I am coming over to see you this afternoon , '' said Murray coolly . `` But you need n't be afraid . I will not tell tales out of Eden . I will be a hypocrite and pretend to Mrs. Palmer that we have never met before . But you and I will know and remember . Now , you may go . I reserve to myself the privilege of standing here and watching you out of sight . '' * * * * * That afternoon Murray strolled over to Orchard Knob , going into the kitchen without knocking as was the habit in that free and easy world . Mrs. Palmer was lying on the lounge with a pungent handkerchief bound about her head , but keeping a vigilant eye on a very pretty , very plump brown-eyed girl who was stirring a kettleful of cherry preserve on the range . `` Good afternoon , Mrs. Palmer , '' said Murray , wondering where Mollie was . `` I 'm sorry to see that you look something like an invalid . '' `` I 've a raging , ramping headache , '' said Mrs. Palmer solemnly . `` I had it all night and I 'm good for nothing . Mollie , you 'd better take them cherries off . Mr. Murray , this is my niece , Mollie Booth . '' `` What ? '' said Murray explosively . `` Miss Mollie Booth , '' repeated Mrs. Palmer in a louder tone . Murray regained outward self-control and bowed to the blushing Mollie .
`` And what XXXXX Eve ? ''
Booth Murray about for in night of on to with