But I had been struck by a thought which made me for the moment oblivious to her question. She had wound the clock in the kitchen for her own uses, and why may not the lady above have wound the one in the parlor for hers? Filled with this startling idea, I remarked:
"The young lady wore a watch, of course?"
But the suggestion passed unheeded. Mrs. Boppert was as much absorbed in her own thoughts as I was.
"Did young Mrs. Van Burnam wear a watch?" I persisted.
Mrs. Boppert's face remained a blank.
Provoked at her impassibility, I shook her with an angry hand, imperatively demanding:
"What are you thinking of? Why don't you answer my questions?"
She was herself again in an instant.
"O ma'am, I beg your pardon. I was wondering if you meant the parlor clock."
I calmed myself, looked severe to hide my more than eager interest, and sharply cried: