"Ah?" murmured Miss Nellie, who was always polite even in the most trying circumstances.
But Miss Eva could only stare at the rich brown suit, the lavender tie and matching socks and handkerchief.
"Well?" said Miss Eva.
Mr. Brannigan cleared his throat and looked cautiously about the room.
His heavy, clownlike face was troubled.
"Where's the kid?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
"What child?" Miss Eva snapped.
"You've come to see one of our pupils?" Miss Nellie faltered.
"Yeah. Hers."
"Hers?"
"W'y, Miss Le Fay's li'l boy."