“Say, Lena, take that to Madame and tell her there’s a mistake. The folks say they don’t know anything about it.”
Lena, the pale little errand girl, took the heavy box and walked slowly off to find Madame, studying the address on the box as she went.
“Why!” She paused by the thoughtful-eyed woman. “It’s her. It’s that girl!”
Madame appeared suddenly with a frown.
“What’s this, Lena? How many times have I told you not to stop to talk? Where are you carrying that box?”
“Thomas says there’s a mistake in the address. The folks don’t know anything about it.”
“Where is Thomas? Send him to me. Here, Thomas. What’s the matter? Couldn’t you find the house? The address is perfectly plain.”
“Sure, I found the house, Madame, but they wouldn’t take it in. They said they didn’t know anything about it. It wasn’t theirs.”
“Did they say Miss Chapparelle didn’t live there? Who came to the door?”
“An old woman with white hair. Yes, she said Miss Chapparelle lived there. She said she was her daughter, but that the package didn’t belong to her. She said she never bought anything at this place.”