“I haven’t decided,” she answered somewhat truthfully.
“Don’t be a wet blanket.” Herbert touched his hat in greeting to a finely dressed couple as they passed. “That was Mr. and Mrs. Poppins. Mr. Poppins is in from the city surveying a plot of land for his insurance business.”
“Insurance?”
“It’s business, baby.” Herbert pulled his wallet out of his front pocket. “Care for an ice cream cone?”
“Mortimer!” Lilly Lou exclaimed.
“Why are you bringing that cat’s name up?” Herbert was annoyed. Lilly Lou had some sort of unusual infatuation with that creature, he thought, and he’d heard about enough of it. But at that very moment he saw what had attracted Lilly Lou’s attention and stopped short, staring at the scene ahead.
“You have tarnished my lapel!” Mortimer bellowed with outrage. He
