“Yes,” said Caroline, rising and folding it. “Of course you have got to take it.”
“Certainly,” returned the operator smiling. “If it’s to be sent, I have to send it.”
“Well, here it is then,” said the girl, extending the folded paper which Lieutenant Foray took and unceremoniously opened.
“Oh!” exclaimed Caroline, quickly snatching the paper from his hand, “I didn’t tell you you could read it.”
Foray stared at her in amazement.
“What do you want me to do with it?”
“I want you to send it.”
“Well, how am I going to send it if I don’t read it?”
“Do you mean to say that——” began the girl, who had evidently forgotten—if she had ever known—how telegrams were sent.
“I mean to say that I have got to spell out every word on the key. Didn’t you know that?”