"This here is Friday, aint it. Blessed if I kin keep the run o' the days.
Let us see—Mr. Southwode was here the last time, Tuesday."
"Tuesday? And I was here studying."
"Then you don't know?" said Lesbia eyeing her. "He's done gone away."
"What do you mean? That can't be."
"He's done gone, miss. Sailed Wednesday. I heerd 'em talking about it at dinner. His name was in the list, they was sayin'; in the papers."
"Sailed Wednesday? O where to, Lesbia?"
"Don' know, miss; some place where the ships goes."
"England?"
"Mebbe. I doesn't know all de places on dis yere arth."
"How long is he going to be gone?"