"Oh, don't it?" murmured the woman, a little curiously.
"No; and—you came from New Hampshire, once, didn't you?"
An odd look crossed the woman's face.
"Well, I ain't sayin' that."
"But you did—please say that you did," begged Cordelia. "You see, I'm so anxious to find you!"
A look that was almost terror came to the woman's eyes now.
"I don't know nothin' what you're talkin' about, and I don't want to know, neither," she finished coldly, turning squarely around in her seat.
Cordelia hesitated; then she stammered:
"If—if you think it's because your mother will scold you, I can assure you that she will not. She is very anxious to hear from you—that's all. She's been so worried! She wants to know if you're doing well, and all that."
"What are you talking about?" demanded the woman, turning sharply back to Cordelia.