"You seem to be a remarkable boy—I mean you are remarkably sharp for your age."
"Telegraph boys have to be sharp."
"So you are a telegraph boy. Are there any telegraph girls?"
"Not that I know of."
"I am afraid we poor girls would be too easily imposed upon."
"Well, have you entertained Mr. Mason?" asked Mrs. Loring re-entering the room.
"I have done my best, mama. What do you think he tells me? That horrid man that stole my purse is staying at his hotel."
"Then I hope you won't send him an invitation to call here."
"He would call fast enough," suggested Mark, "if he knew what a valuable diamond pin you have in the house."
"Then I hope he won't find out. How did it happen, Florence, you didn't watch him when he was sitting beside you?"