"Well, if you can't read it, explain it to me. How many persons are in the coach?"
"That's easy enough! There's Mr. Miller, that's one; there's the clergyman, that's two!"
"Perhaps that is only one; Mr. Miller may be a clergyman."
"So he may. But how can I tell?" asked Marjorie, perplexed. "Well, then, his son makes two."
"Whose son?"
"Why, Mr. Miller's!"
"Perhaps he was the clergyman's son," returned Miss Prudence seriously.
"Well, then," declared Marjorie, "I guess there were eight people! Mr. Miller, the clergyman, the son, the lawyer, Mr. Angelo, a foreigner, a lady, and a child!"
"Placing a comma after each there are eight persons," said Miss Prudence making the commas.
"Yes," assented Marjorie, watching her.