"Well, it had to be done. It's a good thing over."
If Mildred heard, she made no sign. An hour and more passed before she again stirred or opened her eyes. Then she encountered, not Jessie's face, but that of Miss Perkins.
"Aunt Barbara, I suppose?" she murmured.
"My name's Barbara Perkins. I'm Jessie's aunt." Miss Perkins always spoke in a possibly combative style.
"Is that Jessie? I like her."
"She's a middling sort of girl. Nothing particular."
"How good of you to take me in."
"Somebody 'd got to do it. And I'd got a spare bedroom,—just till you could go on to your home."
"I have no home."
Miss Perkins experienced a sense of dismay.