"Nothing doing," Geordie reported to Dolly, as he came back, and his face looked more serious. He made an opportunity to speak to her alone again, and he said, "I got him all right, and he said he couldn't see me this evening, for he's awful busy. Said he was busy with his father."
"His father! Why, Mr. Turner is an actor, isn't he?"
"Sure he is, one of the best."
"Then how can Marly be with him? Isn't Mr. Turner acting?"
"Not just now. He's rehearsing, I think."
"Well, I believe Marly made that up. He's planning the elopement."
"I'm afraid he is. He was sort of queer and didn't answer as straightforwardly as he usually does. Oh, what a silly performance to cut up! Why, they're just a couple of kids!"
"I know it. I never was mixed up in a thing like this before."
"You're not mixed up in this."
"No; not unless I mix in purposely. And I believe I shall have to. You see, I'm only a country girl, and I don't know what's right to do in this case. But I'm going to follow my instinct, and tell either Mr. Forbes or Mrs. Berry. I don't think I'll tell Dot or Bernice, for they'd have no more knowledge of what's right to do, than I have myself."