“I see. Now, what book was she reading? Do you know?”
“No, sir, I don’t know that.”
“But you saw her reading?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, what kind of book was it? A big book?”
“No—no, sir, I think not. I think it was a smallish book——”
“With a paper cover?”
“Yes, sir, with a paper cover.”
“Stop it, March,” I cried, involuntarily. “You sha’n’t put words into her mouth!”
“Keep still, Norris,” he said, sternly, “and remember what I told you.”