Tell her I'm pretty near practick'ly all right again, Albert, and I'll prob'ly write her a note or something right soon--or in a week or so, anyhow.

You tell her--" "Well, you act pretty funny!" Albert exclaimed, fumbling in the pockets of his coat.

"Why can't you go on over and tell her yourself ?" "I would," said Ramsey.

"I'd be perfectly willing to go only I got to get back home to breakfast." Albert stared.

"Well, I got to go upstairs and eat my own breakfast in about a minute, haven't I?
But just as it happens there wouldn't be any use your goin' over there, or me, either." "Why not ?" "Milla ain't there," said Albert, still searching the pockets of his coat.