I might have asked that depot-wagon driver, but I thought 'twas no use tellin' him my private affairs, so I said we was bound to the hotel, and let it go at that.
If I had asked he might at least have told me where.

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Hey?
Why--why--my land! I never thought of it, but it might be! It might! Emily!" But Miss Howes' eyes were closed now.