Lorraine began to look puzzled. “It seems queer,” she said, “that one of you should say it is all green, and another that it is mostly black. But I suppose one of you must be colour-blind.”
They all laughed at this, and Lorraine went on: “Where did It come from?”
Lorraine asked this question of a boy who sat next to Margaret Lane, who was from Philadelphia.
“From Philadelphia,” he replied.
“Is It Margaret Lane?” asked Lorraine of Margaret herself.
“No,” she replied, laughing.
“Is It anything belonging to Margaret Lane?”
“No.”
“Has It any connection whatever with Margaret Lane?”
“None that I know of.”