In a couple of days the residuum will become a white powder, which, when boiled, is sago." "Good gracious!" said Iris.
"The story sounds unconvincing, but I believe I am correct.

It is worth a trial." "I should have imagined that sago grew on a stalk like rice or wheat." "Or Topsy!" She laughed.

A difficult situation had passed without undue effort.
Unhappily the man reopened it.

Whilst using a crowbar as a wedge he endeavored to put matters on a straightforward footing.
"A little while ago," he said, "you seemed to imply that I had assumed the name of Jenks." But Miss Deane's confidential mood had gone.

"Nothing of the kind," she said, coldly.