"Did I? Oh, so I did!" She took it and wrapped it about her shoulders, shivering. "I’ve been here all night long, Jennings," piteously, "and I’m so cold!" "Poor bairn!" exclaimed Jennings, indignantly. He hurried from the room, then returned in a moment, and busied himself making a fire, muttering to himself—"Poor bairn, it’s a shame, a shame!" Indiana watched his operations with interest, as she crouched, shivering, on the lounge. "Now, yer little leddyship." He wheeled a large armchair before the fire, and she nestled into it, holding her hands to the flame. "Pile on the logs, Jennings, pile on the logs. That’s right—a big, big blaze. Oh, I shall never be warm again. Who’s that?" starting up, as some one knocked at the door. "No one will come in, yer little leddyship," said Jennings, soothingly. "I ordered some tea and toast for you." "Tea and toast," repeated Indiana, blissfully. "Tea and toast." Jennings took the tray and closed the door, then drew a small tea-table up to the fire. She watched him eagerly, as he poured out the tea. "Oh, thank you, thank you, Jennings," she said, gratefully, taking the cup from his shaking hand. "Oh, that’s good! I’ve never tasted such delicious tea. Is it a new kind?" Jennings shook his head, handing her the toast. "Yer little leddyship must be very hungry." "Jennings, I can trust you—I know you won’t say anything." "No, yer little leddyship." "Did I do so very wrong, did I, that I should be treated like this?" She caught her breath with a sob, the tears rising to her eyes. "It was cruel, cruel, yer little leddyship," answered Jennings, in a heart-broken voice. "There, there—have another cup of tea—that’ll comfort yer." "Do the servants all like me, Jennings?" asked Indiana, eating the sugar out of her tea, like a child. "They’d go through fire and water for yer little leddyship, every mother’s soul of them," answered Jennings, enthusiastically. "And my lady—she’s taken on a new lease of life." Indiana smiled brightly through her tears. "How long have you really been with the family, Jennings?" "Sixty years, yer little leddyship," said Jennings, turning out the light and arranging the books on the table. "My father was gamekeeper for his lordship’s grandfather, and when I was ten years old I was taken into the house." "Sixty years," repeated Indiana, dipping her toast in the tea and eating it with relish. "And have you never thought of bettering yourself, Jennings?" Jennings drew himself up proudly. "Impossible to do better. It’s a great satisfaction to look back on my life, and feel I have always done my duty faithfully." "I suppose it is a great pleasure to serve those whom we respect," said Indiana, looking at him with interest. "It’s more than pleasure, yer little leddyship. To serve the right master, it’s pupil and teacher, friend and friend."