“R-o-s-e C-a-s-e,” said Bobby, slowly.
“No! no!” exclaimed Margit. “Not enough. Too short.”
“But don’t you know the name of the woman you are looking for?”
“I didn’t say I was looking for anybody,” said Margit, with suspicion. “I am just curious.”
“And you can’t repeat the name?”
“I never heard it repeated. I only know how many letters there are. I saw it on a card. I counted the letters,” said the girl, with a shrewd light in her eyes. “Now! haven’t you any more lady teachers here?”
“There’s Gee Gee!” exclaimed Bobby, with half a chuckle, amused at the thought of Miss Carrington being mixed up in any manner with this half-wild Gypsy girl.
“Too short,” said the other, shaking her head decidedly.
“Oh, her real name is long enough. It’s Grace G. Carrington.”
“Spell it out,” commanded Margit Salgo, eagerly.