“I would gladly do so, but I don’t know where she is. Curtis has tried to find her, but in vain. He says she is in Chicago.”
“And what should take her to Chicago?”
“He says she is there as a governess in a family.”
“By the brow of St. Patrick!” thought Mrs. O’Keefe, “if that Curtis isn’t a natural-born liar. I’m sure she’d come back if you’d send for her, sir,” said she, aloud.
“Do you think so?” asked Linden, eagerly.
“I’m sure of it.”
“But I don’t know where to send.”
“I know of a party that would be sure to find her.”
“Who is it?”
“It’s a young man. They call him Dodger. If any one can find Miss Florence, he can.”