"Wasn't it wonderful that the person who found me was Pancha Lopez? I keep thinking of it all the time. You know I was always crazy about her, but I never thought I'd meet her. And then to finally do it the way I did!"
Sadie's comment showed a proper comprehension of this strange happening, and then she wanted to know what Pancha Lopez was like.
"Oh, she's a priceless thing—there's nobody anywhere like her, in looks or any other way. She's different. You can't take your eyes off her, and yet she's not pretty. Remarkable people never are."
This was a new thought to Sadie who, absorbing it slowly, ventured a safe:
"Aren't they?"
"No, it's only the second-class ones who don't amount to anything who are good-looking. I must say it was a blow to me to hear that her real name was Michaels. But of course actresses generally have other names, and Lopez does belong to her in a sort of way. She told Lorry about it and about her father, too. Nobody knew she had a father."
"What's he like?"
"Oh, he's a grand old dear—rough, but he would be naturally, just a miner all his life. He took care of me as if I was a baby."
"He won't have to be a miner any more now."
They exchanged a glance of bright meaning, and Chrystie, drawing herself up in the chair, spoke with solemn emphasis: