"Well, anyway, requested not to call again."
"Not to call again. What do you mean?"
"Didn't they leave New York and Washington, and now haven't they come to London. You ask too many questions," said Mrs. Donald hotly. "I must go and write letters."
"A silly woman," Miss Anderson said, as the door closed.
"A cat!" said some one else.
"I met her the other day in the street, rushing along," said a quiet voice, "and she scarcely stopped to speak. Do you know where she was going? To engage the Morrison's servant, who she had just heard was dismissed without a character. I told her it was a risk, but she did not care. She said there was always something mysterious about the Morrisons, and she meant to find it out from the servant. I fancy the chief mystery is that they are usually not at home when she calls."
"I don't believe a word of her story," said Miss Anderson.
"Nor I," said several voices.
Then the door opened, and Virginia and Lucy entered.
When the two girls seated themselves
