"Oh," she went on, "by the way--have the afternoon papers come yet?
I didn't have time to get one when I was rushing for the train." "I don't think so, dear, but I'll ask Lizzie." Miss Cornelia moved toward a bell push.
"Oh, don't bother; it doesn't matter.

Only if they have, would you ask Lizzie to bring me one when she brings up the lemonade?
I want to read about--about the Bat--he fascinates me." "There was something else in the paper this morning," said Miss Cornelia idly.

"Oh, yes--the Union Bank--the bank Mr.Fleming, Senior, was president of has failed.

They seem to think the cashier robbed it.
Did you see that, Dale ?" The shoulders of the girl on the staircase straightened suddenly.

Then they drooped again.