“Miss Burke is down,” he said.
The girl turned immediately from the breakfast room and entered the butler’s pantry.
“Can’t I help, Mrs. Pennington? I don’t want you to go to any trouble for me. You have all been so good already!”
Mrs. Pennington laughed.
“Bless your heart, dear, it’s no trouble. The water is boiling, and Hannah has made some toast. We were just waiting to ask if you prefer green tea or black.”
“Green, if you please,” said Shannon, coming into the kitchen.
Custer had followed her, and was leaning against the door frame.
“This is Hannah, Miss Burke,” said Mrs. Pennington.
“I am so glad to know you, Hannah,” said the girl. “I hope you won’t think me a terrible nuisance.”
“Hannah’s a brick,” interposed the young man. “You can muss around her kitchen all you want, and she never gets mad.”