“She doesn’t need to be grateful. She pays me. Helen is not impulsive.”
“You mean she has a cold nature,” returned Mrs. Nixon. “I do think, Henry, you might have told me all this when we started out on this trip.”
He shook his head. “It is because of a forwarded telegram which I received here this noon that I tell you now.”
Mrs. Nixon thought again.
“And you would like her to live with us,” she said thoughtfully.
“I only suggest it. I thought if you liked her—but Helen may have other views.”
“I see,” returned Mrs. Nixon slowly, “I see.” And she rocked in her chair with reflections wherein her lost waitress was forgotten.