I wonder what it can be; don't you know ?" "No," said Lite slowly, "I don't.

And it's something a man don't want to do any guessing about." This, Jean felt, was a gentle reproof for her own speculations upon the subject.

She said no more about the letter.
"I sent him a telegram," she informed Lite irrelevantly, "saying I'd located Art and was going to take him back there.

I wonder what he thought when he got that!" Lite turned half around and stared down at her.

He opened his lips to speak, hesitated, and closed them without making a sound.