Then she threw the switch, rattled
an impatient reply, and waited, listening to the rapid clicking
of the sounder. Her eyes and her mouth hardened as she read.
"Cad!" she gritted under her breath. Her fingers were spiteful
as they clicked the key in answer. She slammed the current off,
set up the "out" notice again, kicked the desk chair against the
wall, and came back to the "parlor" breathing quickly.
"I think it must be perfectly fascinating to talk that way to
persons miles off," said Evadna, eying the chittering sounder
with something approaching awe. "I watched your fingers, and
tried to imagine what it was they were saying--but I couldn't
even guess."
Miss Georgie Howard laughed queerly. "No, I don't suppose you
could," she murmured, and added, with a swift glance at the
other: "They said, 'You go to the devil.'" She held up the
offending hand and regarded it intently. "You wouldn't think it
of them, would you? But they have to say things sometimes--in
self-defense.
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