"Well, Drusilla, you did have a nice time after all. I suppose you'll be going out every night now."
"John, you got more hair then sense. I'm glad I haven't died before I seen this dinner dancin'; but it's like them spoiled fish sandwiches—one taste's enough."
CHAPTER XII
One afternoon Drusilla was working in her corner of the greenhouse transplanting lily bulbs. She did not notice the entrance of Daphne until she heard the fresh young voice at her side.
"Good morning, Miss Doane. I have come on business. I am an agent to enlist your services."
Drusilla pushed her near-seeing glasses up on her forehead so that she could the better regard the pretty face before her.
"Well, now, what company is hirin' you? They have a good agent. Is it a book or a washin' machine?"
Daphne laughed.
"Neither, Miss Doane. How shocking! I am working in a great cause—the cause of the poor."