"No doubt," she smiled. "I was Central, there in Cincinnati, for a while—three or four years. I used to connect you with—Pittsburgh, Chicago"
"Why—then you're Delia!" he gasped.
"Delia!" she laughed. "I resigned—I wanted to—to think, as I told you. Oh, if you'd ever been at the beck and call of a little click! Well, down here—I can think. I'm"
"Delia!" he filled in, "I'll land in at"
"Vicksburg," she suggested, "I'm just going to trip on down."
"That's what I'm going to do," Murdong declared, "Old Mississip's great!"
"Lots of dandy stories to it!" Urleigh declared. "You won't mind if I—if I tell about"
"About Delia?" she smiled. "Oh, if it's any satisfaction to you—go ahead! Down here nobody cares, you know, what anybody says."
"I'm glad to be rid of those things," Murdong shook his head. "Rocks like that are some burden and responsibility—I thought—I didn't know what to make of them"
"You saw to whom they belonged?" she asked. "I see you've been reading the newspaper."
"Oh, yes—I knew—only"
"Only what?"
"Well, you turned them over to me—I wondered
