"Well, it's all right. Now let's talk of something else. Let me read you something."
Drusilla sat back in her chair.
"All right, John; read to me. I don't know nothin' that'll make me quiet and sleepy so quick as being read to. I can sleep as easy when you're readin' that poetry stuff to me as I can in my bed. Go on; it'll caam my nerves."
John read to her for half an hour, his voice having the desired effect. Drusilla almost dozed; but when John raised his eyes and, seeing hers closed, stopped reading, Drusilla opened her eyes quickly.
"I ain't all asleep, John, just half," she said; and John laughed and went on.
They were interrupted by James.
"Miss Doane, some one wishes to speak to you on the telephone."
"But, James, let 'em talk to you. You know I don't never talk on the telephone."
"It is some one from the police station, ma'am, and they say they must speak to you particular."
"From the police station? Laws-a-massey! Well, then turn it on here."