"The Woolly Horse!" cried Mrs. Hobbs.
"Who was the man on the Woolly Horse?" eagerly inquired Mrs. Smart.
The young ladies said nothing; but half a dozen blue eyes belonging to the young ladies aforesaid were intently fixed on Toney, in expectation of his answer. Toney was silent. Mrs. Foot arose from her chair and came close to him. Her three female friends made a similar movement, and Toney was surrounded.
"Have you heard anything?" reiterated Mrs. Foot.
"Who was the man on the Woolly Horse?" screamed Mrs. Smart.
"Indeed, madam, that is just what I would like to know," said Toney.
The expression of eager expectation on the countenance of each lady was instantly changed to one of sad disappointment.
"He don't know," sighed Mrs. Foot.
"He don't know," said Mrs. Cross, with a profound suspiration.
"It is too bad!" exclaimed Mrs. Hobbs.