"Never mind. I tell you, he is all the friend I have got; and I'm afraid something is wrong, because I don't see him."
"I reckon there is," said Lesbia, not reassuringly.
"What?"
"Mrs. Busby will kill me."
"No, I shall not tell her you told me. O Lesbia, Lesbia, speak, speak!"
Lesbia glanced at the girl and saw her intense excitement, and seemed doubtful.
"You'll be so mad, you'll go tellin' the fust thing," she said.
Rotha sat down, in silence now, and gazed in Lesbia's face with her own growing white. Lesbia seemed at last overcome.
"He was here last week, and he was here this week," she said.
"This week!—and last week too. What day this week, Lesbia?"