"That's right, Susan," said Patty, in most housekeeperly tones;
"and will you go away in time for me to lock up the house after
you?"

"Yes, Miss; Mrs. Fairfield said we was all to go at five o'clock.
Thin Miller will lock up, and give yersilf the keys."

Patty knew these matters had all been arranged by her parents, but
it pleased her to assume an authority.

"Very well, Susan," she said. "And where are you all going?"
"Jane, she's going to take another place, Miss; but I'm going to
me sister's for a time. It's a rest I'm nadin'."

Patty looked kindly at the cook. She had never really talked with
her before, as Nan a capable and sufficient housewife, and Patty
was a little surprised to see what a fine-looking woman Susan was.
She was Irish, but of the best type. A large, well-built figure,
and a sensible, intelligent face. Her abundant hair was slightly
grey, and her still rosy cheeks and dark blue eyes indicated her
nationality. Though she spoke with a soft burr, her brogue was not
very noticeable, and Patty felt irresistibly drawn to her.

"If you want anything, Susan," she said, "or if I can help you in
any way, come to me at once. I shall be at 'Red Chimneys' for two
months, you know."

"Thank you, Miss Patty. I'm thinkin' I'll be fair comfortable at
my sister's. But if you do be goin' by in yer autymobile, wave yer
hand, just. It'd please us all. You know the house,--down on the