Aunt Basha smiled radiantly and shook her head. "Cayn't fin' him, honey? I done tried, and he warn't dar."
"Wasn't where?"
"At de orfice, Miss Jinny."
"At what office?"
"Why, de Daybreak orfice, cose, Miss Jinny. What yether orfice he gwine be at?"
"Oh!" Miss Jinny followed with ease the windings of the African mind. "He's a reporter on the Daybreak then."
"'Cose he is, Miss Jinny, ma'am. Whatjer reckon?"
Miss Jinny reflected. Then: "Eleanor, call up the Daybreak office and ask if Mr. Lance is there and if he will speak to me."
But Aunt Basha was right. Mr. Lance was not [pg 070] at the Daybreak office. Mrs. Cabell was as grieved as a child.
"We'll find him, Grandmother," Eleanor asserted. "Why, of course—it's a morning paper. He's home sleeping. I'll get his number." She caught up the telephone book.