I don't know who you are or what you've been
up to, but there are times when women ought to stand together. And
what's more, I sha'n't ask any questions."
She closed the door behind the unexpected guest, and Barnes gave a
great sigh of relief.
"Say, Mr. Barnes," said Miss Thackeray, several hours later, coming
upon him in the hall; "I guess I'll have to ask you to explain a
little. She's a nice, pretty girl, and all that, but she won't open
her lips about anything. She says you will do the talking. I'm a good
sport, you know, and not especially finicky, but I'd like to--"
"How is she? Is she resting? Does she seem--"
"Well, she's stretched out in my bed, with my best nightie on, and she
seems to be doing as well as could be expected," said Miss Thackeray
dryly.
"Has she had coffee and--"
"I am going after it now. It seems that she is in the habit of having
it in bed. I wish I had her imagination. It would be great to imagine
that all you have to do is to say 'I think I'll have coffee and rolls
and one egg' sent up, and then go on believing your wish would come
true. Still, I don't mind. She seems so nice and pathetic, and in
trouble, and I--"
"Thank you, Miss Thackeray.
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