"She went inside, an' I followed her. Calliope an' I hadn't no men folks to dress for, but, bein' dressmakers an' lace folks, we had good things to wear. She put on the best thin dress she had--a gray book-muslin; an' I took down a black lawn o' mine. It was such a beautiful night that I 'most knew what she meant. Sometimes you can't do much but fit yourself in the scenery. But I always thought Calliope fit in no matter what she had on. She was so little an' rosy, an' she always kep' her head up like she was singin'. "'Now what?' I says. For when you dress up, you can't set home. An' then she says slow--an' you could 'a' knocked me over while I listened:-- "'I've been thinkin',' she says, 'that we ought to go up to Oldmoxon house an see that sick person.' "'Calliope!' I says, 'for the land. You don't want to be refused in!' "'I don't know as I do an' I don't know but I do,' she answers me. 'I feel like I wanted to be doin' somethin'.' "With that she out in the kitchen an' begins to fill a basket. Calliope's music didn't prevent her cookin' good, as it does some. She put in I don't know what all good, an' she had me pick some hollyhocks to take along. An' before I knew it, I was out on Daphne Street in the moonlight headin' for Oldmoxon house here that no foot in Friendship had stepped or set inside of in 'most six months. "'They won't let us in,' I says, pos'tive. "'Well,' Calliope says, 'seems though I'd like to walk up there a night like this, anyway.' "An' I wasn't the one to stop her, bein' I sort o' guessed that what started her off was the New People. Those two livin' so near by--lookin' forward to what they was lookin' forward to--so soon after the boy had come to Calliope, an' all, had took hold of her terrible. She'd spent hours handmakin' the little baby-bonnet she was goin' to give 'em. An' then mebbe it was the night some, too, that made her want to come up around this house--because you could 'most 'a' cut the moonlight with a knife. "They wa'n't any light in the big hall here when we rung the bell, but they lit up an' let us in. Yes, they actually let us in. Mis' Morgan come to the door herself. "'Come right in,' she says, cordial. 'Come right upstairs.' "Calliope says somethin' about our bein' glad they could see us. "'Oh,' says Mis' Morgan, 'I had orders quite a while ago to let in whoever asked. An' you're the first,' she says. 'You're the first.' "An' then it come to us that this Mis' Morgan we'd all been tryin' to call on was only what you might name the housekeeper. An' so it turned out she was.