"Gertrude Horton! Who sint you?" questioned Mrs. Kennedy suspiciously.
"Her uncle, Mark Horton, sent me."
At this Mrs. Kennedy was more interested than ever.
"An' what does he want of the darling, Mrs. Conroy?"
"He wants her to return home."
"Heaven be praised fer that!"
"Where can I find Miss Horton?"
Again Mrs. Kennedy grew suspicious.
"I can tell you that quick enough, ma'am—but I must know if it's all right, first."