“Did they lock youse up there?” asked the boy.
“Yes; how did you know?”
“I was on the stairs and seed ’em.”
A thought occurred to Ida. She asked:
“Will you do something for me?”
“If I kin.”
Ida took out her pocketbook, and, handing a bill to the lad, said:
“Here’s a dollar. I want you to take a telegram for me. It will cost a quarter. The rest of the money shall be yours. Will you take the paper to the telegraph office?”
“Sure. Where’s de paper?”
“I’ll write it.”