"Well, I don't. You'll kindly not use it any more, Susan," replied
Mrs. Colebrook, with dignity.

Once again there was the briefest of silences, then quietly came
Susan's answer:

"Oh, no, of course not, ma'am. I won't--when I work for you. There,
Mis' Colebrook, here's your tray all ready."

And Mrs. Colebrook, without knowing exactly how it happened, found
herself out in the hall with the tray in her hands.




CHAPTER IX

SUSAN SPEAKS HER MIND


"How's Keith?"

It was Monday morning, and as usual Mrs. McGuire, seeing Susan in the
clothes-yard, had come out, ostensibly to hang out her own clothes, in
reality to visit with Susan while she was hanging out hers.

"About as usual." Susan snapped out the words and a pillow-case with
equal vehemence.

"Is he up an' dressed?"