The doctor thinks she could travel a short distance in a few days; perhaps it is a Providence in disguise." "The disguise is perfect," murmured Francesca.
"You see," Salemina continued, "when the poor thing tottered along the wharf the stewardess laid her on the pile of wool sacks-" "Like a dying Chancellor," again interpolated the irrepressible.
"And ran off to help another passenger.

When she opened her eyes, she saw straight in front of her, in huge letters, 'Salem, Mass., U.S.A.' It loomed before her despairing vision, I suppose, like a great ark of refuge, and seemed to her in her half-dazed condition not only a reminder, but almost a message from home.

She had then no thought of ever seeing the owner; she says she felt only that she should like to die quietly on anything marked 'Salem, Mass.' Go in to see her presently, Penelope, and make up your own mind about her.

See if you can persuade her to--to--well, to give us up.

Try to get her out of the notion of being our maid.