"One granite-headed ladies' tailor threatens to block the way for thirteen years." Lofty was surprised by the accuracy of his knowledge.

"I'd like to borrow your guesser," he admitted.
Johnny and the girls looked at each other with smiles of infantile glee.

They were delighted that they had deduced all this while waiting for a traffic Napoleon to blow his whistle.
"Somebody's been telling," surmised Lofty.

"The worst of it is, we own the original lease.

Father covered the entire block, in fact." Johnny's thorough knowledge of New York business conditions enabled him to make another good conjecture.
"Your firm has made money too fast," he remarked.