“Of course I can. I’ve got an aunt down at Enmore. She’s always asking me to go and see her. I’ll send her a wire. It’s too late to-night, but in the morning....”
Micky felt in his pocket for a pencil.
“Give me the address and I’ll send it first thing.” He paused. “Supposing Miss Shepstone won’t go, though?”
“Oh, she’ll go,” said June quickly. “I’ll tell her it means business for me. I’ll do the pathetic. I wonder what time there’s a train.”
“I’ll look up all the trains, and arrange everything. Does Miss Shepstone know I’m here now?”
“No–––”
“Very well, tell her one of your business agents called, and that you’ve got to go off early to-morrow. You can write me a note and post it to-night, asking me to see you off. It’s quite a usual thing for you to do, you know–––”
June smiled rather sadly.
“Poor old Micky!” she said.