"'As she anything to do with the Jane Holland that's on those books of yours?"
"She wrote 'em."
"You didn't tell me you knew her."
"Didn't I?"
"I suppose that's how you knew her."
"Yes. That's how I knew her."
"What made 'er take to writin'? Is she married?"
"No."
"I see," said Rose, almost as if she really saw. "And wot shall I've to do?"
"You'll write a pretty little note to her and ask her to tea."