“She’s teachin’ a little girl three hours a day.”
“Well, that isn’t so bad!” said Jane, relieved. “Teachin’ is genteel. I wish I could see her some day. Will you tell her, Dodger, that next Sunday is my day out, and I’ll be in Central Park up by the menagerie at three o’clock, if she’ll only take the trouble to be up there?”
“I’ll tell her, Jane, and I’m sure she’ll be there.”
A day or two afterward Curtis Waring asked: “Have you heard from my Cousin Florence since she went away?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Indeed! Where is she staying?”
“She didn’t send me word.”
“How, then, did you hear from her?”
“Dodger came with an expressman for her trunk.”
Curtis Waring frowned.