"Yes," said Katharine. "It's a queer name for a cook, but——What's the matter?"
"But so's ours! Ours is Pauline! What's her other name?"
"Roper," cried Katharine breathlessly.
"Not from Torquay?"—in a choking voice.
Katharine nodded and put a trembling handkerchief to her lips.
"I paid her fare," she said faintly. "It came to——"
"Two pounds nine and four pence halfpenny," said my sister. "I gave her two pounds ten."
"So did I," said Katharine. "She was to come on—on Monday."
"Six years in her last place?" said Daphne shakily
"Yes. And a clergyman's daughter," wailed Katharine.