"Pshaw, one can always drink coffee in the mornin'. And you've been clear down town."
Mrs. Carrington settled herself comfortably in her chair, threw back her coat, and smiled across at Drusilla.
"Yes, I've taken Robert down town the first time for more than a year. Oh, it seemed just like old times to take him to his office again."
Drusilla looked at her smilingly.
"Well, it seems to have made you pert-lookin' this mornin'. Your face is a-shinin'. Do you take one lump or two? Cream? Is that the right color? I'm particular about the color of my coffee."
"Yes, that's just right. It smells delicious," said Mrs. Carrington, taking the cup. "No, I won't have anything to eat. Well—I don't know whether I can resist those hot rolls. Just a half of one, then. Is that honey? I ought not to eat sweets—I know my fate if I do; but I can't resist hot rolls and honey."
She was quiet for a few moments. Then she looked up at Drusilla and said, half hesitatingly, "I presume you are wondering why I have come to make this early morning visit, Miss Doane?"
"No; I ain't wonderin' at all. I'm just glad you come."
"Well," and Mrs. Carrington laughed happily, "I'm so happy I just had to talk to some one. You know I have not been to see you before, because I expected to go to France next month for—for a—for rather an extended trip. And I thought there was no use in calling when I was going away so soon."
"Yes; I heard you was goin' away," Drusilla said.