"Coffee and toast sound very good," she said. "No eggs this morning, I think."
"Hev it your own way," returned the help; "we cal'late to give you what you want," and at once she attacked the swing door. The little creature's sudden energy of motion after absolute repose was like her stentorian tones breaking dead silence.
When coffee and toast were set before the guest, Blanche Aurora again supported the wall and watched her charge with an unremitting stare.
"You don't need to wait," said Linda.
"I druther," returned Blanche Aurora with a finality which admitted of no argument.
The guest followed the line of least resistance.
"Is Mrs.—— is the hen lady one of your neighbors?"
"Luella Benslow? Yes, she and her father. Her father's a wonderful man—Luella's father is."
"What does he do?"
"Well, he don't do nothin' much. He never did support his family nor anythin' like that; but he has such wonderful 'complishments. There ain't nobody can ketch a frog like Cy Benslow can."