She was folding and patting a skirt on the bed.

She fussed about a little nervously and then lifted a rather embarrassed face.
"I'm glad you _are_ here, mother," she said.

"I'm thankful to _have_ you!" Mrs.Cupp ceased fanning and stared at her with a change of expression.
She found herself involuntarily asking her next question in a half whisper.
"Why, Jane, what is it ?" Jane came nearer.
"I don't know," she answered, and her voice also was low.

"Perhaps I'm silly and overanxious, because I _am_ so fond of her.

But that Ameerah, I actually dream about her." "What! The black woman ?", "If I was to say a word, or if you did, and we was wrong, how should we feel?
I've kept my nerves to myself till I've nearly screamed sometimes.
And my lady would be so hurt if she knew.