He knows them,--he recognised them the day they were here, and you forbade him to tell me who they were." "Then if he knows them, isn't that enough to assure you of their respectability ?" "It isn't a question of respectability,--I want to know why they are telephoning you,--not casually,--but apparently on some important matter." "That's _my_ business.

Oh, Patty, let me alone!" Azalea was clearly overwrought, and in another moment would fly into an hysterical tantrum.

But Patty made one more effort.
"Just tell me the name," she said, gently.
"Well--Smith.

There, _now_ are you satisfied ?" "I am not," said Patty, truthfully.

"Good night, Azalea." She went thoughtfully away, and communicated to Bill the whole conversation.
"She's a queer girl," Farnsworth remarked, after he had heard all about the afternoon telephoning.