believe the young woman at the shop can help you."

Lady Arabel Higgins entered the shop.

"What, Meta, you here? And Sarah Brown? What a too dretfully funny
coincidence. Well, Angela dear, I made a note of your address yesterday,
and then lost the note--too dretfully like me. So I rang up the Mayor,
and he said he also had made a note, and he would come and show me the
way. But I didn't wait for him. I wanted to talk to you about----"

"Well, I must truly be going," interrupted Sarah Brown. "I'll just nip
across to the Brown Borough and find a pawn-shop, being hungry."

"There is no need for any one to move on my account," said Lady Arabel.
"You all heard what Angela said last night in her little address to the
committee in the dark. I don't know why she addressed her remarks
particularly at me, but as she did so, there is no secret in the matter.
Of course, just at first, it seemed dretful to me that any one should
know or speak about it. I cannot understand how you knew, Angela; I am
trying not to understand...."

She took up a thin captain biscuit and bit it absent-mindedly. It
trembled in her hand like a leaf.

"Yes, it is true that Rrchud isn't like other women's boys. You know it,
Meta. Angela evidently knows it, and--at least since yesterday--I know
that I know it. His not being able to read or write--I always knew in my
heart that my old worn-out tag--'We can't all be literary
geniuses'--didn't meet the case. His way of disappearing and never
explaining.... Do you know, I have only once seen him with other boys,