"Ah, yes—you are a oneyer too, like myself," said Arabella, eying her visitor with humorous criticism. "Bolted from your first, didn't you, like me?"
"Good morning!—I must go," said Sue, hastily.
"And I, too, must up and off!" replied the other, springing out of bed so suddenly that the soft parts of her person shook. Sue jumped aside in trepidation. "Lord, I am only a woman—not a six-foot sojer!... Just a moment, dear," she continued, putting her hand on Sue's arm. "I really did want to consult Jude on a little matter of business, as I told him. I came about that more than anything else. Would he run up to speak to me at the station as I am going? You think not. Well, I'll write to him about it. I didn't want to write it—but never mind, I will."
