It's going to win or lose, and no more tom-foolery about it." When Hugh rang the door-bell, it was Sarah who answered, showing that she had not lingered very long at home after the boys left, but had returned to her duties with the madame, who doubtless paid extravagant wages for her services.
She smiled broadly at sight of them.
"I sure is glad to see yuh agin, bofe ob yous," she said.

"I done tells de missus all 'bout hit, and she says as how it was on'y what she'd spect of dat young Mistah Morgan." "Thank you for telling me that, Sarah," Hugh went on to say; "it's pleasant to know some one thinks well of you.

Is Mrs.Pangborn at leisure?
I hope she isn't taking a nap just now ?" "Deedy she ain't dat, suh; she's on'y readin' in de library.

An' she be mighty glad tuh see yous bofe." So she led the way along the wide hall, to usher the boys into the commodious library.

Bookcases lined the walls, and it seemed to be an ideal place, where a student might enjoy himself very much indeed.
Just then, however, there were several sewing machines shoved aside, and much evidence to the effect that on weekdays this same library might be a beehive of industry, with women chattering as they sewed.
The old lady looked surprised at seeing them, but the welcoming smile and the extended hand were evidence that she was not displeased.
"I've taken the liberty of fetching my chum, Thad Stevens, around to see you, Mrs.Pangborn," Hugh was saying as he sat down.