"Whew!" She went into her own small room.

"I wonder if I'll ever feel like that about a child ?" She stared a moment and added, "That was real enough, poor thing." She drew a resolute breath.

"Well, no use in feeling like a criminal, my dear.

Now for the cook and the waitress." She rather took satisfaction in that, for she had disliked both of them keenly.

She gave them until the end of the week, and in the meantime telegraphed for Emily Giles, who for over five years had helped her keep house for her father at home.