He tells a different story every ten minutes.

I looked in the register to see if by chance he'd left an address there, and what do you think I found ?' 'Oh!' said Constance; there was a world of illumination in her tone.
'What did you find ?' she asked, hastily suppressing every emotion but polite curiosity.
'"Abraham Lincoln" in Jerry's hand-writing!' 'Really!' Constance dimpled irrepressibly.

'You are sure Jerry wrote it ?' 'It was his writing; and I showed it to Gustavo, and what do you think he said ?' Constance shook her head.
'He said that Jerry had forgotten to register, that that was written by a Hungarian nobleman who was here last week--imagine a Hungarian nobleman named Abraham Lincoln!' Constance dropped into one of the little iron chairs and bowed her head on the back and laughed.
'Perhaps you can explain ?' There was a touch of sharpness in Nannie's tone.
'Don't ever ask me to explain anything Gustavo says; the man is not to be believed under oath.' 'But what's become of Jerry ?' 'Oh, he'll turn up.' Constance's tone was comforting.

'Aunt Hazel,' she called.

Miss Hazel and Mrs.Eustace, their heads together over the tea table, were busily making up three months' dropped news.