She dawdled about, started the phonograph going, read a little in a magazine, and seemed generally distraught.
As she sat in the big, pleasant hall, she saw Farnsworth come in, go to the library and sit at his desk writing.

Apparently this was one of the days when he did not go to New York.

Patty came by--spoke cheerily to Azalea as she passed her, and then went on to speak to Bill.
The two went out of doors together.

Azalea jumped at the chance, and running into the library, glanced over the letters Farnsworth had written.

As she had surmised, there was one addressed to Samuel Thorpe, Horner's Corners, Arizona.
Azalea didn't touch it.