"We merely wished to ascertain," said he, "if a lady by the name of Mrs.George A.--" "B." interrupted Gladys.
"B.

Edison lived here.

This young lady's little sister is lost, and Mrs.Edison is a relative, and we thought--" The man made another dart.

"Don't care what you thought," he shouted.
"Keep your thoughts to yourself! Get out of here!" "Do you know where Mrs.George B.Edison lives now ?" asked Wollaston, courteously, but his black eyes flashed at the man.
"No, I don't." "No, we don't," said the young woman in pink.

"Do make them go, Tom." "We are perfectly willing to go," said Wollaston.