She smiled again at Hertha, this time the pleasant, patronizing smile of
one who praises a good servant's work.
"I'll bring you some hot water," Hertha said.
When she had completed her arrangements for the new guest, she went back
to her seat, and laboriously, intently, worked on the white muslin with
its fine white lace.
There was a good deal to tell when she got home that night. Her mother
wanted all the details of Miss Witherspoon's appearance, and after a
lengthy description, ventured her opinion of the newcomer's laundry
value. "I reckon she don' wear any o' dem crinkly gowns an' chemises dat
you do up yoursel'. Dey matches de folks wid der money bangin' agin der
knees in der petticoat pockets. Did she duck down, dearie, ter git her
purse?"
"No, Mammy," Hertha answered.
"But she'll be de keerful kin', allus 'memberin' ter tak' off a white
skirt if it begin ter rain, an' half de time dryin' her han'chiefs on de
winder-pane. Dat's de kin' as comes here. It takes de hotel folks ter
make a payin' business."
"She's younger than our boarders usually are, anyway," Hertha said. "Not
that she's young but she looks so."
"Everybody looks young these days," Ellen remarked; "or if they don't
they let you know they're trying to."
"Was dere laughin' an' carr'in' on at de table?"
"Yes, a little. Yes, Mammy, I think she's entertaining."
"Dat's good. I hope she 'spectin' ter stay de winter."
"I think not, Mammy. I think she's to leave next month."
"Dat's too bad. Ef I was Miss Patty I'd hab some nice gal or udder heah
all de time ter keep Mister Lee company. If dey don't gib him a good
time he'll up an' leab de family an' de orange an' grapefruit business.
Dere ain't nottin' a boy needs so much as de right kin' ob a lil' gal
ter play wid."
"You're to have Tom's room now, Sister," Ellen said as they started for
bed.
Hertha expostulated. "You need a room to yourself, Ellen, I know you
do."
Ellen knew it too, but she was desirous to give her sister everything
within her power. "No, I'm all right," she said decidedly. "It's all
arranged. Mother and I didn't say anything before because we wanted to
surprise you. You've wanted, I know, to be by yourself, dear; and Tom
would be glad to think you were in his room."
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