What's it about? Jack need reforming, or anything?"
"Nope," said Mrs. Sands, "Jack's perfect. It's an entirely different matter. Do you remember some people by the name of Walters who came over on the boat with us from Japan?"
"Sure!" said Dick. "Elderly sheik, frail little blond wife and two sleek daughters with voices like 'sucking doves.' I remember them all right."
"Not daughters, nieces," corrected Mrs. Sands. "The name of the girls is Morton, not Walters."
"Let me see," said Dick, wrinkling his brows; "What was it they called the girls aboard ship?"
Mrs. Sands laughed. "Kat and Copy-cat. Their names are Katisha and Calista; but I'll have to admit, much as I hate nicknames, that those certainly were fitting. Actually, they are the very cattiest humans that I ever knew. Smooth as butter, and with claws an inch long and hooked at the ends. Ugh!"
"You bet I hate nicknames!" said Dick, with feeling.
"Well," said Mrs. Sands, "it isn't the girls that I came to talk about, it's Mrs. Walters. That poor woman is just fretting herself away to a shadow, fairly crying her heart out the most of the time; and I thought that maybe we might help her."
"We? How? What's the matter with her? What is there that I can do?"
