They just printed it." Hmmmmm!" said Anne. "Did he tell you who it was, then!" No," I said, "he said that it was confidential!" Pah! Confidential! Rub...ish!" spat Anne, "he's just hiding behind that,what was his name this sub-editor? I'm going to write to the editor andgive him a piece of my mind!" It was John Ainsworth, but I don't think it will do any good," I said,"they'll just add it to the bottom of the pile of all the othercomplaints they get!" Ainsworth?" said Anne. "Did you say. " He clucked at his mules and got turned around. The girl ran down, hopped up on a mule's bare back and waved to me as they disappeared.Since gathering information this way had been a dismal failure, I was about to give it up when June presented me with a valuable gift the next afternoon. She strode out into the field where I was working, hand in hand with a Redcoat in knee-high boots and a short, fancy jacket heavy with gold lace on its cuffs. She introduced the ornate stripling to me, batting. Besides, I have pants in the dryer so I didn’t mind waiting. Sorry about stealing your shorts.”“That’s okay.” He sat down on the couch and put his feet up on the ottoman. He was wearing work boots, blue jeans, and a wife beater under an opened flannel button up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still tell that he was a muscular man. “Haha I’m surprised that those aren’t falling off of you. What happened to your pants?” I sat down on the couch next to him. “Haha I have them cinched up. When she reached the red light, she pulled it down and checked it. ‘Damn, six messages. Six missed calls…Katie.’ Alexia pulled out her headset and plugged it in. Driving again, she dialed up her friend and waited for an answer. ‘Hello?’ was the loud voice on the answering end of the phone. ‘Hey Katie! What’s going on?’ Alexia answered cheerfully. ‘I should ask you that. Where have you been?’ The girl started to get motherly. ‘I called you all this week, no answer. I called you all last week,.