"Why, ye-s, I know about it, and it does interest me greatly. It's like a puzzle, somehow. Two and two may not always make four, but they will certainly make something. Do you mind my planning with you a little?"
"Not one bit, dear Mees."
"Then let's fix Gus Peters out. Why not phone to that boy—what's his name?"
"Wolly, zey call him zat ozzer name, it ees very deficult to speak and I forget."
"Oh well, Wolly will do. You know his number on the circuit?" Marie pointed it out and called up the house. Wolly was not there, but his sister seemed to think any job would be welcome. The only thing was, he had no tools and no lumber, neither had he money to buy them,
"Now, if some good person who haf ze lumbare would but need something," laughed Marie.
"Wait! I have it. Gus is an architect. There is a great deal of building being done. Possibly Gus could turn himself in some way to get the lumber for the boy."
"And gif the knife, too?"
"The work ought to be worth it. May I talk to Gus?"
"To be sure," giggling enjoyably, for the whole thing seemed a huge joke to the French girl, and even to Joyce it began to seem rather a complicated affair. She felt certain, still, that her principle was all right, but began to perceive that, even so, its practical working might be almost an impossibility.