“Yes—oh yes; but please don’t question her until I return.”
“Very well, dear; you shall have your way. Oh, you want Mrs. Martin’s address. It is Laburnum Villa, Clapham.”
Aneta entered the address in a little tablet bound in gold which she always wore at her waist.
“Thank you ever so much,” she said, and then left the room.
A minute or two later she met Miss Johnson. “Give me something stiff to learn—something that I don’t like—to-night, dear Lucy,” she said. “I am off for a whole day’s holiday, but I shall be back in the evening.”
“That is very queer,” said Miss Johnson. “What does it mean?”
“I cannot explain, but Mrs. Ward knows. Be specially kind to dear Maggie, and give me something that I don’t like to do when I return.”
Miss Johnson smiled. “You shall hem some dusters,” she said.
Aneta made a wry face. “Thanks ever so much,” she replied; then she ran upstairs to get ready for her visit.
Just before leaving the house she looked in at Maggie. “I’m off, Mags. It’s all right. I shall probably see you about tea-time.”