“Oh, have you found Lady?” she eagerly demanded.
Harcourt entered, sat down, took the child on his knees and answered:
“I have sent a telegram to that Mr. Merritt you mentioned. Do you know what a telegram is?”
Owlet looked at him in grave disapprobation of his impertinence in asking a question that implied her ignorance of such a well-known thing.
“Why, of course I do. Lady used to send lots of them. They go like a flash of lightning and come back like another flash of lightning. Puck used to take ’em when he went to the post office, and fetch ’em back when he came home. Oh, I know.”
“I think ‘what you do not know is not worth knowing,’ as the saying is,” observed Annie, with a laugh.
“Did you get an answer? Oh, tell me quick!” said Owlet.
“No answer yet; but I am expecting one.”
“Now come and sit down to tea, both of you,” Annie directed, as she placed chairs at the table.
“I know, as soon as ever Mr. Merritt gets the message, he will hurry right off and tell Lady, and she will come right away and fetch me home,” Owlet declared, as her friend lifted her up and seated her beside himself at the board.