Susan looked appalled. "Surely you don't expect to sunshine her up, do you?"
"Yes, I do."
Then Susan looked amazed. "Well, I never did! I thought she was just here to do us good. I—"
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by a piercing shriek. Jane flew.
"I'm so happy I just had to let it out," Mrs. Croft announced. "I can't hold in joy or sorrow. Sorrow I let out in the low of my voice—like a cow, you know—but joy I let rise to the skies. You'll hear to-night."
Jane looked at her and smiled. She looked like a story-book witch in a nice, white, modern bed. "I thought that perhaps you wanted something," she said, turning to leave the room again.
"No, indeed, I never want anything. I ain't by no means so bad off as is give out."
"I guessed as much. You can make a fresh start now, and we shan't remind you of the past."
"Oh, then I'm coming to the table," exclaimed Mrs. Croft, "and I'm going to be helped like a Christian and feed myself like a human being. This being put to bed and just all but tied there with a rope isn't going to go on much longer, I can tell you."
"Don't speak of it at all," said Jane; "you just do what you please here, and we'll let you. I'm going to get you your supper now."