"Mr. William Morrison."
"Well, what is the message?"
Edna looked doubtfully at him.
"Have you forgotten it?" he asked.
"No, but I—but I—"
"Well, then, out with it." The man was a trifle impatient.
"I think I had just better say Louis has runned away."
The man looked at her a moment, and a smile came over his face. "O, you are sending it yourself, are you?" he said.
Edna nodded.
"Do you want to pay for it, or shall it paid at the other end?"