“I am Miss Harrison. For a reason,” says she, “I am incognito.”
“My ⸺!” gasps Telescope. “Is that so? I used to know a family of that name. They was Eyetalians—or Mexicans. Good family though.”
“I detest a nom de plume,” says she, smiling.
“Me, too,” agrees Muley. “I never had one, but the looks of one was a plenty for me.”
“The lady can’t find a place to live,” says Magpie. “Nobody is willin’ to sleep her.”
They lets this soak in, and then Telescope says—
“What’s the matter with her?”
“Nobody got any room.”
“My trunks will be here tomorrow,” says she.
“Female drummer?” asks Hen.