“An’ I s’pose I kin take my furn’ture ’long ob me in de boat, Miss Yoma?” Miss Fronde looked around on the property in question, pathetic in its utter poverty, and then said: “Certainly, if you wish to take it; but when you enter my service I will give you much better furniture than this for your cottage on the Isle.” “All yight, den, youn’ mist’ess. I kin jus’ gib dese yere fings to po’ Sa’a Ann Syphax, w’ich is a berry po’ ’oman, w’ich I fink people as is well off an’ has yich ladies fo’ fr’en’s, ’ad ought to be good to de po’. Doane yo’?” “Yes, indeed. Now, good-by, Lucy. I have a great deal to do to-day, and so I see have you. Tell Tom to come to see me this afternoon.” “Oh, won’t he, dough! Yopes wouldn’ hol’ him w’en he know yo’ back!” exclaimed the woman. Roma did not return immediately to the Wesleyan, but walked down to Fourteenth Street and took a car, intending to go to the Children’s Hospital. On arriving at the building she asked to see Titus Blair, and was shown to the convalescent ward, where the boy was walking about, amusing himself with some half dozen of his companions. As soon as he saw Miss Fronde his pale, thin face lighted up with joy, and he came to meet her as fast as his feeble limbs could fetch him. Roma took his hand, and made him sit down on the bench that ran along the wall, and without referring to his illness at all, she asked the orphan boy where he was to go after leaving the hospital. Titus said that he did not know. He supposed he would go somewhere and sell papers or matches until the first of December, when the busy season came, and then he thought he would be taken on again at the Wesleyan to run the elevator. “How would you like to go with me to my seaside house for the summer?” Miss Fronde inquired. “Oh, that would be so good!” he exclaimed. “Then you shall go with me. I will speak to the house physician, and find out if you are fit to be discharged in time to accompany me. Good-by, now.” “An’ de little miss, ma’am—is she well?” “Owlet was well when I saw her last,” replied Miss Fronde evasively. And then she hurried away, to avoid answering more direct questions about her lost pet. She went to the office of the house physician and had an interview with him, in which she learned that she might take the boy to the seaside as soon as she should please to do so. From the hospital Roma went to the office of her father’s old friend, Dr. Washburn, but not finding him, she sat down at his table and wrote a note, asking him to call on her, if possible, during the afternoon. By the time Roma got back to her apartments at the Wesleyan it was six o’clock, and time to dress for her tête-à-tête dinner with Mr. Merritt. She ordered the table to be set in her private parlor, and then went into her bedroom to make her toilet. In twenty minutes, or less time, she came out, dressed in a simple gray silk gown, with fine lace at throat and wrists.