“An’ I s’pose I kin take my furn’ture ’long ob me in de boat, Miss Yoma?”
Miss Fronde looked around on the property in question, pathetic in its utter poverty, and then said:
“Certainly, if you wish to take it; but when you enter my service I will give you much better furniture than this for your cottage on the Isle.”
“All yight, den, youn’ mist’ess. I kin jus’ gib dese yere fings to po’ Sa’a Ann Syphax, w’ich is a berry po’ ’oman, w’ich I fink people as is well off an’ has yich ladies fo’ fr’en’s, ’ad ought to be good to de po’. Doane yo’?”
“Yes, indeed. Now, good-by, Lucy. I have a great deal to do to-day, and so I see have you. Tell Tom to come to see me this afternoon.”
“Oh, won’t he, dough! Yopes wouldn’ hol’ him w’en he know yo’ back!” exclaimed the woman.
Roma did not return immediately to the Wesleyan, but walked down to Fourteenth Street and took a car, intending to go to the Children’s Hospital.
On arriving at the building she asked to see Titus Blair, and was shown to the convalescent ward, where the boy was walking about, amusing himself with some half dozen of his companions.
As soon as he saw Miss Fronde his pale, thin face lighted up with joy, and he came to meet her as fast as his feeble limbs could fetch him.
Roma took his hand, and made him sit down on the bench that ran along the wall, and without referring to his illness at all, she asked the orphan boy where he was to go after leaving the hospital.