"Ain't I? They can't get along without me at my house. What under the sun are you wandering around for away out here?"
She told him in broken sentences, and he sympathized with her because of her disappointment.
"I could have told you the Johnsons had gone, if you'd asked me. But I did not suppose you were interested in them any more," he said.
"And daddy, being out of the bank, did not know that Mr. Johnson had withdrawn his account and sailed for Europe. Oh, dear me, it is so exasperating! Everything about that Olga, and connected with her, is so mysterious."
"I wonder if I couldn't find out something about her in
Pickletown?" suggested Gummy.
"Daddy has been there often, I believe," she said doubtfully.
"But not of late."
"Why, no, I suppose not. He's been tied to the house with a 'glass leg,'" cried Janice laughing a little.
"You know I deliver orders over there twice a week for Mr. Harriman. A lot of those people can't even talk English. We've a Swede for a clerk in the store. They write down what they want for me, and he puts up the orders.
"But I know a lot of them to talk to—especially the boys that work in the pickle factories I'll begin by asking them," said Gummy, with eagerness, for he wanted to help.