It was this: did she happen to know--was Miss Beulah Baxter married?
The little woman sighed in a tired manner.

"Baxter married?
Let me see." She tapped her teeth with the end of a pencil, frowning into her vast knowledge of the people beyond the gate.

"Now, let me think." But this appeared to be without result.

"Oh, I really don't know; I forget.

I suppose so.