are not so peculiar as to wish to be anything more!"
"More to your sister, do you mean—or to yourself?"
"My sister is myself—I haven't got any other," said Delia Dosson.
"Any other sister?"
"Don't be idiotic. Are you still in the same business?" the girl went on.
"Well, I forget which one I was in."
"Why, something to do with that newspaper—don't you remember?"
"Yes, but it isn't that paper any more—it's a different one."
"Do you go round for news—in the same way?"
"Well, I try to get the people what they want. It's hard work," said the young man.
"Well, I suppose if you didn't some one else would. They will have it, won't they?"
"Yes, they will have it." But the wants of the people did not appear at the present moment to interest Mr. Flack as much as his own. He looked at his watch and remarked that the old gentleman didn't seem to have much authority.
"Much authority?" the girl repeated.
"With Miss Francie. She is taking her time, or rather, I mean, she is taking mine."
"Well, if you expect to do anything with her you must give her plenty of that."
