“And you sat up for me. That was very kind,” Roma replied.
“It is only half-past eleven. I am seldom in bed before this time,” said the janitress as they all went toward the elevator and entered it.
’Pollyon Syphax was on duty there.
“Where is Titus?” inquired Miss Fronde.
Titus was the elevator boy who had been on duty during Roma’s first sojourn in the house.
“Titus? Oh, poor little fellow! the work, including the late hours, was too much for him. He is in the Children’s Hospital,” replied Mrs. Brown as the elevator landed them all on the first floor, and she led the way to Roma’s new apartments—front parlor, bedroom and bathroom. The gas was lighted and the windows hoisted, though the Venetian shutters were closed, but let in the cool night air through the slats.
“I hope the child is not seriously ill?” Roma said interrogatively.
“Oh, no. He has been so, but now he is getting well,” replied the janitress.
“I will take him down to the Isle of Storms with me,” was Roma’s thought as she sat down in an easy-chair and took off her bonnet.
“Now, what shall I bring you to eat?” inquired Mrs. Brown.