When Mrs. Prior entered, the man turned toward her with a ponderous bow.
"What do you want, my good man?" she asked, gently.
"My young masser is here," Jube said, with another salute.
"Yes; Masser Paul."
"Are you his servant?"
"Yes, if madame pleases. Jube came with him from the old home, saw the mistress buried, and has been wandering about with little masser ever since."
"He told me about you," said Mrs. Prior.
"Yes, madame. So when madame sent masser away, Jube meant to stay there and take care of the house. But Jube would have died—came after little masser. Please take me, madame. Jube can work; he'll do any thing, big, big, strong."
He extended his stalwart arms as a proof of his words, and Mrs. Prior was touched by his earnestness.