“Has she any reason to think that?”
“No, except that she dreamed it.”
“A most natural dream for a nervous, worried woman.”
“Of course. I wonder if she knows there’s a reward offered for Mr. Manning?”
“Maybe she offered it,—through the Kellogg people.”
“No, she didn’t.”
“Pray, how do you know, oh, modern Cassandra?”
“I don’t know your old friend Cassandra, but I do know Mrs. Russell isn’t offering any five thousand dollars. She can’t afford it.”
“Why, she’s a rich woman.”
“She passes for one, and, of course, she isn’t suffering for food or clothes. But she is economizing. She was wearing her last year’s hat and muff, and she maids herself.”