“Why, Jack, I have to be in my car at ten minutes to two, and do you see the time?”
“No, but I hear it. I wonder who on earth put a clock to ticking. Bad enough to hear the hours knock, but this constant tick——”
“Jack, whatever you have to say to me please say it,” interrupted the sister. “I know perfectly well that this preamble is portentous.”
“No, it’s merely pretentious,” answered Jack, drawing from his pocket the card that Andy had turned over to him. “Do you happen to remember where you dropped this?”
It was a simple guess, but Jack tried it.
“Dropped that?” repeated Cora, taking the card from his hand. “Why, I declare! I have looked everywhere for that. I wanted it last night. I had actually forgotten the name of the cottage, and I wanted to give it to you for your note book. Where did you find it?”
“Didn’t find it, it found me. Andy gave it to me.”
“Andy!” and Cora’s eyes showed her surprise.
“Yes. He said the old lady, Ramsy, found it in your strawberry girls’ room.”
“Whatever are you talking about, Jack?” demanded Cora with some impatience. “Don’t you know I have to hurry, and you are teasing me this way?”