“Yes.”
“Any mo’ o’ders, miss?”
“None. You may go.”
Pompous bowed stiffly and went out, somewhat disappointed at not having had an opportunity to tell his bragging story in detail.
“And now what is it all about?” inquired Owlet as soon as the man had left the room.
“Only, dear, that a very disagreeable person, whom I did not wish to see, tried to push himself into the house,” Roma replied.
“Then if the person wanted to come where he was not welcome, he was not possessed of common sense! And, oh, dear me! How many people are not possessed of common sense! And they make most of the trouble in this world, too, that they do!” said Owlet in a tone of despair.
Ducky Darling came up to her, put her arm around her neck, and kissed her, in silent sympathy with a complaint she could not understand.
CHAPTER XV
ANOTHER SHOCK
Roma sank into deep and troubled thought. The appearance of Hanson in her neighborhood was annoying and embarrassing in the extreme. He had not the shadow of a shade of any sort of claim on her, she knew, yet he would pretend to one, and make himself very troublesome, now that her relatives had left her, and she was alone.