"But you see, Miss Doane, when we have a wing—"
"I'd 'a' give you a wing, or two wings, or a whole batch of wings, if I hadn't seen them three rooms. How'd I know that you wouldn't take the best rooms for the rest of your workers; or perhaps your cook might need rest or privacy for a part of the week. No—" shaking her old head vigorously—"I'll build my own wings where I can watch 'em."
She rose then.
"I must be goin'. Will you send for Daphne? I want to think about what I can do for that family. I'll give her my own room if I have to, but she's goin' to the country!"
Daphne came in soon, and looked quickly at Drusilla's flushed, excited face.
"Did you have a nice time, Miss Doane? Isn't it a wonderful work?"
"Yes, I had a lovely time, and I learnt a lot. Thank you so much for your tea, Mis' Harris. I'm real glad I come."
And before the chagrined hostess could find words in which to try to rectify her mistake, Drusilla was in the motor.
Daphne looked at the angry old lady curiously.
"Weren't you interested, Miss Doane? Aren't you going to help the Settlement? They need money so badly for their summer home—"