"Why?" she said, taking the child by the hand and leading him in.
The action of kindliness wrought upon the perturbed little spirit. His eyes filled with tears.
"You see," he said, "I thought she was a servant."
"Who was a servant?"
"My other aunt."
"Miss Tallmadge?"
"No, the other one here. But I like you best. Won't you take me up to bed? Of course I do everything for myself; it won't be a great trouble; it's only just so my other aunt needn't come even as far as the door."
"What other?"
"Aunt J—J—Jerusha," he said, with an excited sob.
Valeria began to laugh, a thing she seldom did.