Bambi kept to her room next day until it was time to meet the train on which Ardelia and the Professor were to arrive. It was due at four o'clock. She went to Jarvis's door, but he was not in his room. She had heard nothing of him since his confession of the night before. Her telephone bell startled her, and she took up the receiver to hear Jarvis's voice. "Bambi?" "Yes." "How are you?" "All right." "Don't you want me to meet the Professor and Ardelia? There's no need of your going up to Grand Central." "I'd rather go thank you, Jarvis. Where are you?" "At the theatre." "Anything the matter?" "Oh, no. I came to talk to the stage manager. He says everything will be all right to-night. Are you resting?" "Yes. I've had a quiet day, sitting on my nervous system. Where have you been?" "Walking the streets." "Come home and take some rest. I'll meet the train. Thank you just as much for thinking of it." "I'll be at the information booth at five minutes to four." "All right." She hung up the phone with a dazed face. The idea of Jarvis taking care of her, inquiring after her health, and trying to spare her! "Every blessed thing is topsy-turvy," she exclaimed aloud. At four o'clock she walked up to the booth, and there he stood, anxiously scanning the faces that passed. "Hello!" she said cheerfully. He looked grateful and smiled. "You look as if you had had a spell of sickness, you're so white," he said. "I'm all right, but you look like a nervous pros. case. Aren't we pitiful objects for eminently successful playwrights?" "I suppose one gets used to this strain in time," he said, taking her arm to help her through the crowd. No sooner had the train come to a stop than they saw Ardelia's huge frame descend from the car, holding a dress suitcase in each hand. After her came the Professor, looking very small and shrunken. Ardelia saw them afar, and waved the heavy suitcase in the air like a banner as she hurried toward them. "Howdy, Miss Bambi? Howdy, Mistah Jarvis? Heah we is." "Bless your old hearts!" said Bambi, hugging them both. "How are you, children?" the Professor inquired. "We're fine! Did you have a comfortable time on the trip? Why did you sit in the day coach, father?" "De Perfessor, he won't set in de' chaih cah, cause'n dey won't let me in dere, an' he's 'fraid he fergit to git off less'n he was 'longside ob me." "But the train stops here--it doesn't go any farther. My! Ardelia, you do look stylish!" "Yas'm. Wait until yo' see my noo black silk. I'se got me a tight skirt, an' a Dutch neck--Lawzee, honey, but dis ole niggah's gittin' mighty frisky." She and Jarvis had an argument about the bags. She insisted upon carrying them herself, and indignantly refused the help of the coloured porter. "Go way f'um heah, boy. Yo' reckon I gwine trust yo' all wid ma' noo silk dress an de Perfessor's dress suit? No, sah!"