"I s'pose you'll want a finger-bowl," said Blanche Aurora.
"If—if it's convenient," replied Linda.
The other actually smiled. "Ho! We've got lots of 'em," she returned, and stalked to the sideboard, where she poured water into a bowl and placed it close by Linda's elbow.
While the guest opened an orange, the light-blue eyes watched her white ringless hands. "She don't look a bit rich," thought Blanche Aurora, "but I'll bet she's stuck-up."
She withdrew against the wall, from whence Linda felt her unwinking, round stare.
"Are you my aunt's little maid?" asked the girl, after the silence began to be embarrassing.
"No," came the prompt reply, "I'm her help." All Blanche Aurora's remarks were made in a loud tone as if she were talking against the sound of the sea. "I come after I git the children to school."
"Children?"
"My brothers and sisters."
Linda glanced up at the short, slight form clad in a faded gingham dress that was outgrown.