"I'll go right round for Kate, and we'll just call and see. I don't know in the least how to begin about it when I get there. I could do the thing, if I can make out the first understanding. I hope Kate won't be very Kate-y!"
She said so to Miss Sencerbox when she found her.
"You needn't be afraid. I'm bound to astonish somebody. Impertinence wouldn't do that. I shall strike out a new line. I'm the cook,—or the chambermaid,—which is it? that they haven't had any of before. I shall keep my sharp relishes for our own private table. You might discriminate, Bel! I know I've got a kind of a pert, snappy-sounding name,—just like the outside of me; but if you stop to look at it, it isn't Saucebox, but Sensebox! They're related, sometimes, and they ain't bad together; but yet, apart, they're different."
CHAPTER XXVII.
BEL BREE'S CRUSADE: THE TAKING OF JERUSALEM.
Mrs. Frank Scherman's front door-bell rang. Of course she had to go down and open it herself. When she did so, she let in two girls whose pretty faces, bright with a sort of curious expectation, met hers in a way by which she could hardly guess their station or errand.
She did not know them; they might be anybody's daughters, yet they hardly looked like technical "young ladies."
They stepped directly in without asking; they moved aside till she had closed the door against the keen November wind; then Bel said,—
"We came to see what help you wanted, Mrs. Scherman. Miss Ledwith told us."