Lucy turned toward the girl who was standing in the hall just outside the door. “What do you mean by following me about, Grace?” she reproved with vexation. “I only came up to see how Mrs. Merwent was.” Grace had an injured air. “Why, are you sick?” Lucy faced her mother quickly. “No-o. Just a slight headache, that’s all,” murmured Nannie with some confusion. “You didn’t tell me anything about it,” said Lucy. “Why, it’s nothing.” “You better start your work, Grace, if you expect to have dinner on time.” Lucy spoke to the girl again. Grace went off sulkily. “I don’t like that girl,” Lucy complained when Grace had gone. “Why, I don’t see anything the matter with her. She is extremely thoughtful and respectful.” “Well, she doesn’t do her work, for one thing, and eavesdrops for another, and I am going to have the matter of this money cleared up.” “I don’t think you ought to accuse her of stealing without any proof, Lucy. It is so easy to be unjust. I know what it is to be misunderstood myself.” “Injustice is the last thing I have in mind,” declared Lucy as she was leaving the room, “but I can’t let a thing like this pass without doing something.” In about an hour Grace tapped at Nannie’s door. “Come in,” Nannie called. The girl entered noiselessly, as usual. She carried a tray on which were a teapot, cup and saucer, and a plate of buttered toast. “I’ve fixed you a little tea and toast, Mrs. Merwent,” she announced. “Maybe if you eat a little it will make you feel better.” “Wait a minute, till I put these things away.” Nannie glanced up from the open bureau drawer before which she was kneeling. Then, seeing the tray, she rose to her feet. “Thank you, Grace, but I don’t feel like eating,” she protested mournfully. “Oh, try just a teeny bit. Here, I’ll pour the tea out for you. Eat just this little bit of toast. See how brown and crisp it is. You ought to try to eat, Mrs. Merwent. I noticed you ate hardly any lunch at all.” “Well, all right, Grace, seeing that you have been thoughtful enough to fix it.” And Nannie began to eat with good appetite. “I didn’t think I could touch a bite, but you’ve fixed everything so nicely. I don’t usually eat much,” she declared defensively after a few moments. She smiled wanly at Grace, munching the toast as she spoke. “That’s right,” said the girl approvingly. “You ought to eat more.” There was a pause. “Did Mrs. Winter find the money she misplaced?” Grace questioned casually. “Here, let me pour you another cup of tea,” she added. “I don’t think so, Grace. But it will turn up some place or other,” replied Nannie, holding out her cup for the girl to fill. “Well, if it don’t, I never touched it.” “I’m sure you didn’t, Grace.” “We’re going to have cold roast and hot potatoes for dinner, Mrs. Merwent. How do you like potatoes best? Shall I fix them _au gratin_?” asked Grace, mispronouncing the French very badly.