Dolores.
The shadow of deep disappointment settled over Billy's face as he read. Mother Jenks noted it instantly.
“Wot's 'e got to s'y, Willie?” she demanded.
“It isn't a he. It's a she,” Billy replied. “Besides, the cablegram isn't for me at all. It's for one Henrietta Wilkins, Calle de Concordia, Number Nineteen, and who the devil Henrietta Wilkins may be is a mystery to me. Ever have any boarder by that name, Mother?”
Mother Jenks's red face had gone white. “'Enrietta Wilkins was my maiden nyme, Willie,” she confessed soberly, “an' there's only one human as 'ud cable me or write me by that nyme. Gord, Willie, wot's 'appened?”
“I'll read it to you, Mother.”
Billy read the message aloud; and when he had finished, to his amazement, Mother Jenks laid her head on the table and began to weep.