"
"Besides," Miss Georgie went on speculating, "Saunders never does
anything that anyone ever heard of. Sweeps out the store, they
say--but I'd hate to swear to that. _I_ never could catch it
when it looked swept--and brings the mail sack over here twice a
day, and gets one to take back. And reads novels. Of course,
the man's half dead with consumption; but no one would object to
that, if these queer wires hadn't commenced coming to him."
"Why don't you turn detective yourself and find out?" Plainly,
Evadna was secretly laughing at her perturbed interest in the
matter.
"Thanks. I'm too many things already, and I haven't any false
hair or dark lantern. And, by the way, I'm going to have the day
off, Sunday. Charlie Green is coming up to relieve me.
And--couldn't we do something?" She glanced wearily around the
little office. "Honest, I'd go crazy if I stayed here much
longer without a play spell. I want to get clear out, away from
the thing--where I can't even hear a train whistle.
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