“Oh, goodness, no! Nothing like that!”
“Guess I’ll have to have a glimpse of ’em, though. Not to pry into the lovers’ confidences, of course, but because I can’t harbour papers unless I’m satisfied of their contents.”
“All right,—that goes! I’ll get them now;” and running from the room, Lena returned with a small packet of letters tied with blue ribbon.
Farnsworth examined the envelopes, and glanced here and there at the written pages.
“All right,” he said, re-tying the packet, “internal evidence proves conclusively to my mind that these documents are just what you describe them to be. Say we put them in the top drawer of my chiffonier; how’s that?”
“Fine! Mother would never dream of looking in your room!”
“I should hope not! And now may I, without undue haste, bid you a very good morning?”
“S’pose I’ve got to go, if you put it like that. I did want to tell you more about Gracie; and there’s something I want to ask you.”
“Not now, not now, my child. I am busy—see? B-U-S-Y! My Flag comes before my friends! Thus, you see my friends follow the Flag!”
“You are so witty! And so kind. Thank you lots, Captain, and when you’re not so busy, may I talk to you again?”