It puzzled them a little; and Mr. Wilkinson said:
"Why do you telegraph to Mr. Ruffin?"
"Because he told me to," said Pollyooly.
"He told you to?" said Mr. Wilkinson with a puzzled air. "When did he tell you to?"
"The day before yesterday," said Pollyooly.
Mr. Wilkinson shook his head with a pained air. He thought that her ladyship was fibbing.
"Why do you sign it 'Pollyooly'?" he said.
"Because it's my name," said Pollyooly.
Mr. Wilkinson shook his head with a yet sadder air. Had she been the daughter of a commoner, he would not have let her send the telegram; as it was he did. Half-way to the station he had grown yet more curious about it; and he asked her again why she had sent it.
"You'll know all about it when we get to London," said Pollyooly coldly.