"Come, now, darling ... let's talk sense," said she.
"I've got a friend in the West...." the Judge began, fidgeting a little.
Charlotte could not help it.
"Oh, Joe! Not ... Sioux Falls!" she pleaded, as who should say: "At least let the headsman's axe be clean."
Sophy interrupted:
"If the gods give me freedom, Chartie, why should I care whether the oracle speaks from Sioux Falls or Athens?"
"Well, I care!" said Charlotte.
"It's not Sioux Falls," said the Judge.
"Go on, Joe," said Sophy.
"I'll write to him. He's a very able lawyer—upon ... er ... these questions...."