“Well, I am,” insisted the girl, with a returning gaiety.
The captain apparently checked himself and put on a professional severity.
“What business—occupation?”
“Sales-lady,” said the girl.
“Residence?”
“No. 2334 Pleasant Avenue.”
The captain leaned back in his arm-chair, and turned his toothpick between his lips, as he stared hard at the girl.
“Well, now,” he said, after a moment, “you know you've got to come into court and testify to-morrow morning.”
“Yes,” said the girl, rather falteringly, with a sidelong glance at Lemuel.
“You've got to promise to do it, or else it will be my duty to have you locked up overnight.”