"Yes," she said; "I heard about that.

Well, maybe you can get ahead of her again.

You wait a minute." She went into the living-room.

When she came back she had an ink-bottle, a pen and a sheet of note-paper in her hands.
"What's them things for ?" demanded Mr.Kenelm.
"I'll tell you pretty soon.

Kenelm, you--you asked me somethin' a while ago, didn't you ?" Kenelm started.