Not six weeks later Mary, in her beautiful Commonwealth Avenue home, received a call from a little, thin-faced woman, who curtsied to the butler and asked him to please tell her sister that she wished to speak to her.
Mary looked worried and not over-cordial when she rustled into the room.
“Why, Jane, did you find your way here all alone?” she cried.
“Yes--no--well, I asked a man at the last; but, you know, I’ve been here twice before with the others.”
“Yes, I know,” said Mary.
There was a pause; then Jane cleared her throat timidly.
“Mary, I--I’ve been thinking. You see, just as soon as I’m strong enough, I--I’m going to take care of myself, and then I won’t be a burden to--to anybody.” Jane was talking very fast now. Her words came tremulously between short, broken breaths. “But until I get well enough to earn money, I can’t, you see. And I’ve been thinking;--would you be willing to take me until--until I can? I’m lots better, already, and getting stronger every day. It wouldn’t be for--long.”
“Why, of course, Jane!” Mary spoke cheerfully, and in a tone a little higher than her ordinary voice. “I should have asked you to come here before, only I feared you wouldn’t be happy here--such a different life for you, and so much noise and confusion with Belle’s wedding coming on, and all!”
Jane gave her a grateful glance.
“I know, of course,--you’d think that,--and it isn’t that I’m finding fault with Julia and Edgar. I couldn’t do that--they’re so good to me. But, you see, I put them out so. Now, there’s my room, for one thing. ’T was Ella’s, and Ella has to keep running in for things she’s left, and she says it’s the same with the others. You see, I’ve got Ella’s room, and Ella’s got Tom’s, and Tom’s got Bert’s. It’s a regular ’house that Jack built’--and I’m the ’Jack’!”