"It IS Pine! How
perfectly stupid of me! How utterly reprehensible!"
Charlie stared at her a moment in sheer disdain.
"Well, by gosh, if that ain't like a woman," he exclaimed disgustedly.
"I'd hate to send you for a half dozen oranges if there were any
lemons in the market."
"He is such a well-known lawyer," began Angie humbly, "that you
would think the mail carrier would--"
"What did you say his name was?"
"Joseph Smith. He is my mother's brother."
"East or West?"
"East or west what?"
"Pine Street. Same as North Fourth Street and South Fourth Street
up in the city. It runs both ways, Angie,--you poor simp."
"I shall write to him again this evening," said Angie stiffly. "And
I'll thank you, Charlie Webster, to remember that I am a lady and
not a--"
"I apologize, Angie," cried Charlie.
"You'd better!"
They walked along in silence for a few rods. Then Charlie spoke.
"You say your uncle was mixed up in a lawsuit of some kind concerning
the Thane family?"
"I remember it distinctly. It was five or six years ago, before my
mother died. He wrote her a letter about it when he found out that
the Thanes originally came from this neighbourhood. I don't remember
what it was all about, but I think it was some kind of a rumpus
over money."
"Well, you write tonight, Angie," ordered Mr. Webster; "and remember
it ain't Cedar, or Oak, or Mahogany.
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