a chat with your 'C.' I am getting very much interested in him!"
Quimby twirled his hat uneasily.
"But—I beg pardon, but he may be a soiled invisible, you know!" he hinted, seemingly determined to keep this possibility uppermost.
Before Nattie could again defend her "C" a woman, covered with cheap finery, thrust her head into the window.
"How much does it cost to telegram?" she asked.
"To what place did you wish to send?" Nattie inquired.
With a look, as if she considered this a very impertinent question, the woman replied, with a slight toss of her head,
"It's no matter about the place, I only want to know what it costs to telegram!"
"That depends entirely on where the message is going," answered Nattie, with a glance at Miss Archer.
"Oh, does it?" said the woman, looking surprised. "Well, to Chicago, then."
Nattie told her the tariff to that city.
"Is that the cheapest?" she then asked. "I only want to send a few words, about six."
"The price is the same for one or ten words," said Nattie rather impatiently.
