"Miss Bostwick."
"You'll have to come this evening."
"Oh! She has--has gone to work already?"
"My stars! Do you know what time it is, young man?" demanded the
lodging-house keeper. "It's after ten o'clock."
Already Tunis Latham's hopes began to sink.
"Then--then she goes to work early?"
"Lemme tell you, them that works for Hoskin & Marl have to show up
by eight or they lose their jobs."
"And she will not be in until evening?" he repeated.
"'Bout seven. She gets her supper before she comes home. I don't
give meals."
"Where is this place she works at?" asked the captain of the
_Seamew_, with a suppressed sigh.
"Guess you are a stranger in town, aren't you?" said the curious
landlady. "I thought everybody knew Hoskin & Marl's. It's on Tremont
Street. The big department store."
"Oh! Miss Bostwick works there?"
"In the laces. You can't know her very well, young man."
"I come from her folks down on the Cape," he thought it his duty to
explain. "I've a message for her."
"On the Cape? My stars! I never knowed she had any country
relatives. Are they rich? They ain't died and left her a fortune,
have they?" were the eager questions.
"The ones I speak of are still alive," Tunis said gravely, backing
up the steps to the sidewalk.
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