“We have no James here,” said the girl, smiling. “Our James is a Thomas.”
“Well, is he in the house?”
“No, he ain’t,” said the girl.
“He was in this morning,” said Bales.
“Yes, but he ain’t now; he’s gone into the country.”
“When did he go? I want to see him very particularly.”
“About an hour ago. His aunt’s took very bad.”
“Where does she live?”
“That I can’t tell you.”
“When is he coming back?”