"Did Romanzo Caukins tell yer?" she demanded, as usual on the defensive.
"No, oh no; it was only hearsay. Do tell me about her. We don't have any round here."
Aileen giggled and resumed the rapid rotary motion of her still unwashed hands. "If I tell yer 'bout her, yer'll tell her I told yer. P'raps sometime, if yer ever go to New York, yer might see her; and she wouldn't like it."
"How do you know but what I have seen her? I've just come from there."
Aileen looked her surprise again. "That's queer, for I've just landed from New York meself."
"So I understood; does the marchioness live there too?"
She shook her head. "I ain't going to tell yer; but I'll tell yer 'bout some others I know."
"That live in New York?"
"Wot yer giving me?" She laughed merrily; "they live where the Dagos live, in Italy, yer know, and—"
"Italy? What are they doing over there?"