“I don’t,” the girl replied, “and the initials on the back are n’t his.”
“‘W. H. J. B.,’” read Evatt.
“He may have changed his name,” suggested Janice.
“True,” assented the man, with a slight laugh; “that ’s a mighty clever thought and gives us a clue to his real one.”
“Perhaps you’ve heard of a man in London with a name to fit W. H. J. B.?” said the maid, inquiringly.
Evatt turned away to conceal an unsuppressable smile, while thinking, “The innocent imagines London but another Brunswick!”
“Dost think I should make him take it back?” asked Janice.
“Certainly not,” replied her advise; responding to the only too manifest wish of the girl.
“Then dost think I should speak to mommy or dadda?”
“’T is surely needless! The fellow refuses it, and so ’t is yours till he demands it.”