She wore a gray dress with white collar and white apron and cap, and seemed so dainty and sweet that the Major and Uncle John approved her at once.
Patsy sat down, from sheer lack of strength to stand up.
"Who hired you, then ?" she asked.
"A gentleman from the bank," was the reply.

"I'm Mary, if you please, Miss.

And my wages are all arranged for in advance, so there will be nothing for you to pay," said the little maid.
"Can you cook ?" asked Patsy, curiously.
"Yes, Miss," with a smile.

"The dinner will be ready at one o'clock." "Oh; you've been here before, then ?" "Two days, Miss, getting ready for you." "And where will you sleep ?" "I've a little room beyond the kitchen.

Didn't you see it, Miss Patricia ?" "No, Mary." "Anything more at present, Miss Patricia ?" "No, Mary." The maid bowed again, and disappeared toward the kitchen, leaving an awe-struck group behind her.
The Major whistled softly.