"Go ahead and speak, then," answered Tavia. "I hope what you have to say has nothing to do with work."
"Now, dearie, listen," commanded Dorothy. "Who do you think was on the train with me this morning?"
"The conductor?"
"Likely," replied Dorothy; "but he did not occupy the entire ten coaches, although he managed to circulate through them rather successfully. But I did not refer to him. I sat in the same seat with—our little woman in black!"
"Our little woman in black! Please do not include me in that class. Did she want your purse?"
"Now, really, Tavia, I am almost convinced that we have greatly wronged that woman—she was just as nice as she could be——"
"Oh, of course, she was—nice. That's what the laws are for, keeping people nice. They don't have much trouble to make that clear to you, Doro, dear."
"Well, of course, you are entitled to your own opinion, but I do wish you would listen. She sent you a message."
"Sent me a message! It was to you she owed the apology. She has her cases mixed."
"Tavia, she gave me this card to hand you with the request that you call upon her on Thursday morning."