QUOTE : Isn’t that your Battledore-and-shuttlecock lady of the reception?” murmured Copeland with a grin. Sherrill giggled. “Mrs. Battersea,” she prompted. “Yes, I thought it was something like that.” The lady brought her heavy body down the car steps and arrived on the platform a few feet from them. Copeland stooped a little closer and spoke softly: “What do you say if we give her something to talk about? Do you mind if I kiss you good-bye?” For answer Sherrill gave him a lovely mischievous smile and lifted her lips to meet his.