"My sister IS myself--I haven't got any other," said Delia Dosson.

"Any other sister?"

"Don't be idiotic. Are you still in the same business?" the girl went
on.

"Well, I forget which one I WAS in."

"Why, something to do with that newspaper--don't you remember?"

"Yes, but it isn't that paper any more--it's a different one."

"Do you go round for news--in the same way?"

"Well, I try to get the people what they want. It's hard work," said the
young man.

"Well, I suppose if you didn't some one else would. They will have it,
won't they?"

"Yes, they will have it." The wants of the people, however, appeared at
the present moment to interest Mr. Flack less than his own. He looked at
his watch and remarked that the old gentleman didn't seem to have much
authority.

"What do you mean by that?" the girl asked.

"Why with Miss Francie. She's taking her time, or rather, I mean, she's
taking mine."