Mrs. Fenton stood for a moment thinking.
"Seems to me I did have them in the dining-room," she said.
"I'll go and ask the waitresses if they have seen them," said Nancy, as she ran toward the hall.
She paused in the doorway, amazed at what she saw.
Floretta, with a pair of eyeglasses upon her small nose, was walking up and down the room, as nearly as possible, in Mrs. Fenton's manner, and exactly imitating her voice, while a group of waitresses, the cook, and two kitchen maids laughed, and applauded her.
She cared not who composed her audience, so long as she obtained applause. Floretta was, evidently, quite herself once more!
"Oh, Floretta!" cried Nancy, "you mustn't, truly you mustn't. Give me the glasses. Mrs. Fenton is looking everywhere for them!"
"Well, I shan't give them to you!" said Floretta, rudely. "You aren't Mrs. Fenton."
"But I've been helping her to hunt for them. She has some letters she wants to read, and she can't till she has her glasses," insisted Nancy.
"Then let her come for them!" cried Floretta, when a quiet voice spoke.