"I wonder how much she mäakes at it."
"Not much, I reckon. She's a very low-class sort, and not at all young."
"Täake care—she might hear you."
"Oh, don't you worry," said the lady blandly; "I like listening to you, and I was only waiting till you'd stopped before I introduced myself."
Bill gasped, and David forgot that he was a man of the world, and sidled against his brother.
"Don't you know me?" continued the siren, tilting her hat back from her face.
"No-o-o."
"Ever heard of your sister Caro?"
Both boys started, and stared at her in utter blankness.
"Well, it wasn't to be expected as you'd recognise me. You were only little boys, and I've changed a bit. Maybe I shouldn't have spoken to you—got no decent feelings, some people would say; but I justabout couldn't help it. I heard you call each other David and Bill, and talk about Odiam and that, so I'd have known you even if you hadn't been the dead spit of your father."