“Yes, Miss Mitford,” returned Lieutenant Foray.
“And does it say anything in there about what I am going to do in the meantime?” asked the girl indignantly.
“Nothing.”
“Well, that is too bad,” returned Caroline ominously.
“I am sorry this has occurred, Miss Mitford,” said the Lieutenant earnestly, “but the orders are signed by the head of the Secret Service Department, and you will see that I have no choice——”
“Don’t worry about it, Lieutenant Foray,” said Caroline calmly, “there is no need of your feeling sorry, because it hasn’t occurred, beside that, it is not going to occur. When it does, you can go around being sorry all you like. Have you the faintest idea that I am going to let him take my telegram away with him and show it to the man? Do you suppose——”
She was too indignant to finish her sentence and old Martha valiantly entered the fray.
“No, suh,” she cried, in her deepest and most indignant voice. “You all ain’t gwine to do it, you kin be right suah you ain’t.”
“But what can I do?” persisted Foray, greatly distressed.
“You can hand it back to me, that’s what you can do.”