"Yes, Crawford."

"Mary, is that you?"

"Yes."

"I have just called at Mrs. Wyeth's and learned that you had gone. I
am awfully disappointed. I leave for home tomorrow and I had counted on
seeing you before I went. Why did you go without a word to me?"

"Didn't Mrs. Wyeth tell you?"

"She told me a good deal, but I want to know more. Is it true--that
about your uncles?"

"I am afraid it is."

"Great Scott, that's too bad! I am mighty sorry to hear it. Look here,
isn't there something I can do? Do they need--"

"Sshh! we mustn't talk about it over the phone. No, there is nothing you
can do. I have some plans partially worked out; something may come of
them. Please don't ask more particulars now."

"All right, I understand; I won't. But mayn't I come down and see you?
I can start West the day after tomorrow just as well and that would give
me time--"

"No, Crawford, no. You mustn't come."