“‘You don’t know! You can’t mean that.’
“She didn’t say a word after that, just looked at me—as a youngster looks when it goes to the circus for the first time. I fancy we stood there half a minute so; then at last, interrupting, the man she’d called ‘father’ looked over and saw us. He frowned, I could see that, and said something to the foreman. He spoke her name.”
Just for a moment Roberts shifted his head, looking at his silent listener steadily. “What do you fancy was that name he called, Elice?”
Elice Gleason started involuntarily, and settled back in her place.
“I haven’t the slightest idea, of course.”
“It wasn’t an ordinary name. At that time I’d never heard it before.”
“I’m not good at guessing.”
Roberts shifted back to his old position.
“It was ‘Elice.’ ‘Elice, come,’ he said.