"You think the circuit of our friendship ought to be broken?" queried Nattie.
"Ah! leave that to time and change, by which all circuits are broken," remarked "C."
"Yes, but such a sudden friendship is sure to come to a violent end," Em. said. "Suppose now I should report you for talking so much—not to say flirting—on the wire, which is against the rules you know?"
"In that event I should know how to be revenged, replied "C." "I should put on my 'ground' wire and cut off communication between you and that little fellow at Z!"
Em. laughed, and perhaps feeling herself rather weak on that point, subsided, and Nattie began, "Sentiment—"
But the pretty little speech on that subject she had all ready was spoiled by an operator—who evidently had none of it in his soul—usurping the wire with the prefaced remark,
"Get out!"
The wire being unusually busy, this was all the conversation Nattie and "C" had during the day, but just before six o'clock came the call,
"B m—B m—B m—X n."
"B m," immediately responded Nattie.
"I merely want to ask for my character before
