“Why, yes, of course I know her. Everyone does around here. But I don’t see anything very interesting about it.” To tell the truth, Sally was quite puzzled by Doris’s absorption in the subject. It was Genevieve who broke the spell.
“I’s sirsty!” she moaned. “I want a djink. I want Mis Camilla to gi’ me a djink!”
“Come on!” cried Doris to Sally. “If you know her, we can easily go over and ask her for a drink. I’m crazy to meet her.”
Still wondering, Sally led the way over to the tiny garden and the three proceeded up the path toward Miss Roundtree.
“Why, good morning!” exclaimed that lady, looking up. Her voice was very soft, and a little toneless, as is often the case with the deaf.
“Good morning!” answered Sally in a rather loud tone, and a trifle awkwardly presented Doris. But there was no awkwardness in the manner with which Miss Camilla acknowledged the new acquaintance. Indeed it was suggestive of an old-time courtesy, now growing somewhat obsolete. And Doris had a chance to gaze, at closer range, on the fine, high-bred face framed in its neatly parted gray hair.
“Might Genevieve have a drink?” asked Doris at length. “She seems to be very thirsty.”
“Why, assuredly!” exclaimed Miss Camilla. “Come inside, all of you, and rest in the shade.” So they trooped indoors, into Miss Camilla’s tiny sitting-room, while she herself disappeared into the still tinier kitchen at the back. While she was gone, Doris gazed about with a new wonder and admiration in her eyes.
The room was speckless in its cleanliness, and full of many obviously home-made contrivances and makeshifts. Yet there were two or three beautiful pieces of old mahogany furniture, of a satiny finish and ancient date. And on the mantel stood one marvelous little piece of pottery that, even to Doris’s untrained eye, gave evidence of being a rare and costly bit. But Miss Camilla was now coming back, bearing a tray on which stood three glasses of water and a plate of cookies and three little dishes of delicious strawberries.
“You children must be hungry after your long morning’s excursion,” she said. “Try these strawberries of mine. They have just come from the garden.”