She accepted a pad which he handed her and sat at the
table, pondering. "Mr. Banneker," she said after a moment.
"Well?"
"If the telegram goes from here, will it be headed by the name of the
station?"
"Yes."
"So that inquiry might be made here for me?"
"It might, certainly."
"But I don't want it to be. Couldn't you leave off the station?"
"Not very well."
"Just for me?" she wheedled. "For your guest that you've been so
insistent on keeping," she added slyly.
"The message wouldn't be accepted."
"Oh, dear! Then I won't send it."
"If you don't notify your family, I must report you to the company."
"What an irritating sense of duty you have! It must be dreadful to be
afflicted that way. Can't you suggest something?" she flashed. "Won't
you do a _thing_ to help me stay? I believe you don't want me, after
all."
"If the up-train gets through this evening, I'll give your wire to the
engineer and he'll transmit it from any office you say."
Childlike with pleasure she clapped her hands. "Of course! Give him
this, will you?" From a bag at her wrist she extracted a five-dollar
bill. "By the way, if I'm to be a guest I must be a paying guest, of
course."
"You can pay for a cot that I'll get in town," he agreed, "and your
share of the food.
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