"I am afraid you are jealous, Mrs. Wyman."
The widow laughed and the conversation ended.
CHAPTER XIX. A SPEECH FROM THE THRONE.
It was some time since Mrs. Gray had made any communication to the boarders.
But one evening she seemed laboring under suppressed excitement.
"Something is up," said Mr. Blake, the young reporter who sat on my left, the Disagreeable Woman being on my right.
"We shall have it after supper," I answered.
Mrs. Gray always waited till the last boarder had finished his meal. It was one of the unwritten laws of the boarding-house.