Miss Baker Yawned

Nick Bond met Daisy Baker in Chicago on his way back to New York. He told her how a dozen people had sent their love through him. Do they miss me? she cried ecstatically. The whole town is desolate, he said; all the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a morning wreath and there's a persistent whale all night along the North Shore. How gorgeous! Let's go back, Tom, tomorrow. Then she added irreverently, You ought to see the baby. I'd like to. She's three years old. Haven't you ever seen her? Never. Well, you ought to see her. She's...