"Susan, I don't like that absurd doggerel of yours."
"Doggerel?" Plainly Susan was genuinely ignorant of what she meant.
"Yes, that extraordinary dinner call of yours. As I said before, I don't like it."
There was a moment's dead silence. The first angry flash in Susan's eyes was followed by a demure smile.
"Don't you? Why, I thought it was real cute, now."
"Well, I don't. You'll kindly not use it any more, Susan," replied
Mrs. Colebrook, with dignity.
Once again there was the briefest of silences, then quietly came
Susan's answer:
"Oh, no, of course not, ma'am. I won't—when I work for you. There,
Mis' Colebrook, here's your tray all ready."
And Mrs. Colebrook, without knowing exactly how it happened, found herself out in the hall with the tray in her hands.