I don't see no sense in it. Old indeed! I'm not so old; and as to
being feeble--"

Daphne snuggled her face against the arm near her.

"Oh, you are a dear, Miss Doane. I love to see you get angry. But
_you_ say you are old!"

"That's different. I say it with my own meanin', and generally to
pet out of doin' somethin' I don't want to do. But I'm growin'
younger each minute. Perhaps"--she chuckled softly to herself--"it's
my second childhood."

They came to the door, and it was opened by James--stiff, correct,
funereal.

"No," almost groaned Drusilla; "there's James. Now I know I'm dead
and only waitin' for the buryin'."




CHAPTER V


Drusilla grew more and more to feel that she was a part of her
little world, where everything revolved around her and her wishes
were law. It was only natural that she gained confidence in herself.
She lost her awe of the servants, and even found courage to speak
shortly to James, who, she learned from Jeanne, was relegating most