"Don't begin in the middle of your
story, that's a good girl; I want to hear it all."
"Well," said she, calming down a little, "Mrs. Daniels had a visitor
to-day, a lady. She was dressed--"
"O, now," interrupted I for the second time, "you can leave that out.
Tell me what her name was and let the fol-de-rols go."
"Her name?" exclaimed the girl with some sharpness, "how should I know
her name; she did'nt come to see me."
"How did she look then? You saw her I suppose?"
"And was'nt that what I was telling you, when you stopped me. She
looked like a queen, that she did; as grand a lady as ever I see, in
her velvet dress sweeping over the floor, and her diamonds as big
as--"
"Was she a dark woman?" I asked.
"Her hair was black and so were her eyes, if that is what you mean."
"And was she very tall and proud looking?"
The girl nodded. "You know her?" whispered she.
"No," said I, "not exactly; but I think I can tell who she is. And so
she called to-day on Mrs. Daniels, did she."
"Yes, but I guess she knew master would be home before she got away."
"Come," said I, "tell me all about it; I'm getting impatient."
"And ain't I telling you?" said she. "It was about three o'clock this
afternoon, the time I go up stairs to dress, so I just hangs about in
the hall a bit, near the parlor door, and I hear her gossiping with
Mrs.
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