CHAPTER XXXVII

IN WHICH THE QUESTION IS ANSWERED So Dallas, sipping lukewarm tea (which might have changed to any other liquid without his noticing in the least), glanced from Olive’s drooping lashes to Josepha’s too serene face and began heartily to wish himself anywhere else; thus he glanced around somewhat wildly, yearning for the Small Person’s joyous chatter, for old Jedidiah, for anyone or anything to break this most irksome and ominous silence; at last, in sheer desperation, he essayed to do so himself: “I’ve had a wire fr…