Those pitiful little worn crutches of hers were mahogany, I'm sure, Bertram, and they were silver mounted." Bertram made a restless movement.
"I know, dear; but if you had some one with you! It wouldn't do for Will, of course, nor me--under the circumstances.

But there's Aunt Hannah--" He paused hopefully.
Billy chuckled.
"Bless your dear heart! Aunt Hannah would call for a dozen shawls in that place--if she had breath enough to call for any after she got to the top of those four flights!" "Yes, I suppose so," rejoined Bertram, with an unwilling smile.
"Still--well, you _can_ take Rosa," he concluded decisively.
"How Miss Alice would like that--to catch me going 'slumming' with my maid!" cried Billy, righteous indignation in her voice.

"Honestly, Bertram, I think even gentle Mrs.Greggory wouldn't stand for that." "Then leave Rosa outside in the hall," planned Bertram, promptly; and after a few more arguments, Billy finally agreed to this.
It was with Rosa, therefore, that she set out the next morning for the little room up four flights on the narrow West End street.
Leaving the maid on the top stair of the fourth flight, Billy tapped at Mrs.Greggory's door.

To her joy Mrs.Greggory herself answered the knock.
"Oh! Why--why, good morning," murmured the lady, in evident embarrassment.

"Won't you--come m ?" "Thank you.