Titus said that he did not know. He supposed he would go somewhere and sell papers or matches until the first of December, when the busy season came, and then he thought he would be taken on again at the Wesleyan to run the elevator.
“How would you like to go with me to my seaside house for the summer?” Miss Fronde inquired.
“Oh, that would be so good!” he exclaimed.
“Then you shall go with me. I will speak to the house physician, and find out if you are fit to be discharged in time to accompany me. Good-by, now.”
“An’ de little miss, ma’am—is she well?”
“Owlet was well when I saw her last,” replied Miss Fronde evasively.
And then she hurried away, to avoid answering more direct questions about her lost pet.
She went to the office of the house physician and had an interview with him, in which she learned that she might take the boy to the seaside as soon as she should please to do so.
From the hospital Roma went to the office of her father’s old friend, Dr. Washburn, but not finding him, she sat down at his table and wrote a note, asking him to call on her, if possible, during the afternoon.
By the time Roma got back to her apartments at the Wesleyan it was six o’clock, and time to dress for her tête-à-tête dinner with Mr. Merritt.