Abbie was not aware of mentioning either of those things, but she had other matters to discuss. She dropped into a chair, sighing:
“Jake’s went out to telephone, and I thought I’d just run over for a few words. You see, I––”
“Where was Jake telephoning?”
“I d’know. He’s always long-distancin’ somebody. But what I come for––”
“Doesn’t it ever occur to you to wonder?”
“Long as it ain’t some woman––or if it is, as long as it’s long distance––why should I worry my head about it? The thing I wanted to speak of is––”
“Didn’t it rather make your blood run cold to hear Jake speak as he did of the lost ship?”
“Oh, I’m so used to his rantin’ it goes in one ear and out the other.”
“You’d better keep a little of it in your brain. I’m worried about your husband, even if you’re not, Abbie dear.”
“What call you got to worry?”