“No.”
“There’s the Louise Bonne de Jersey. It can’t be Joe Bonne de Jersey.”
“No, stupid.”
“Well, Flemish Beauty? It can’t be that.”
“How do you know? Joe is a beauty, and a Flemish one, if you change the sh into ng. No, try ’em again.”
“Joe Fleming?” Rossie asked, and with an insane chuckle Everard replied:
“You bet! Rossie, you are a brick! You are a trump! You’ve hit it exactly,—Joe Fleming.”
Rossie had in her pocket a pencil, and on a bit of newspaper wrote the name rapidly, and then asked:
“Does he live in Amherst?”
“No.”