"But I don't see, my lady, what that has to do with me." "You will see, Jenny," Lady Splay continued with gentleness.

"He got an answer." Jenny turned that announcement over in her mind.
"An answer, did he ?" "Yes, Jenny, and an answer in a woman's voice." A startled cry broke from the lips of Jenny Prask.

Her cheeks blanched and horror stared suddenly from her eyes.

She understood whose voice it must have been which answered the question from London.

Before her, too, the pitiful vision of the lonely woman waiting for the shrill summons of the telephone bell to close the door of life upon her, rose clear; and such a flood of grief and compassion welled up in her as choked her utterance.
"Oh!" she whispered, moaning.
"Whose voice was it, Jenny ?" At the question Jenny rallied.