"I did, ma'am."
"I said nothing about Elizabeth Luke."
"We knows 'tis from she."
"Ah-ha!" the young woman exclaimed. "You know far too much. I think you have more interest in this telegram than you ought to have."
"I confess it."
The young woman surveyed Tommy Lark with sparkling curiosity. Her eyes twinkled. She pursed her lips.
"What's your name?" she inquired.
"Thomas Lark."
The young woman turned to Sandy Rowl.
"What's your name?" she demanded.