"Now you jus' lay right quiet, Ma'am," went on Sally. "I'se gwine to git you a little something warm to drink and something to eat right soon, and den I'se gwine put you-all to bed nice and clean, and in de mawnin' you'll feel like you was anotheh lady, you suttinly will, Ma'am."
"Who are you?" demanded Josephine, turning to look into the old and wrinkled face.
"I'se jus' Sally."
"I suppose you are keeper of the prison," commented Josephine bitterly.
"Dis ain't no prisum, Ma'am, I'se bin heah a long time 'mong dese triflin' niggahs. Dis ain't no prisum—but God knows, Ma'am, we needs a lady heah to run things. Is you come foh dat?"
"No, no," said Josephine. "I'm just—I'm just—I'm going away as soon as I can."
"Sho, now! Huc'cum you heah, Ma'am?"
"It was a mistake."
"I didn't know white folks evah done nothin' they didn't want to do," commented Sally. "But doan' you mind. Ef you wants me, jes' call for Sally."
"Tell me, Sally, isn't there any Mrs. Dunwody here?" demanded
Josephine suddenly.