Miss Rose was about to answer, when one of the older girls came to the door.
“What is it, Ruth?”
“Please, Mrs. Snow, a man wants to see you.”
“What is his name?”
“His name is Smith. He wants to see you about a little girl.”
As she said this, Miss Rose looked up quickly.
Clematis also looked up. Her face turned red, and she put a finger in her mouth.
In another minute a small, thin man walked in.
He was poorly dressed, and looked as if he had been ill.