Owlet dressed herself in a seal-brown cashmere frock, trimmed with satin of the same color, and went down with her lady to dinner.
They found Tom there, waiting to serve them.
When the dishes of the first course had been placed upon the table Roma said:
“Tom, I wish to send you on an errand this afternoon, to take something to Titus Blair, at the Children’s Hospital.”
“All yight, mist’ess,” said the boy, with a bow. “I’ll be yeady to go ’mediately arter dinner. I be moughty p’oud to go see po’ Titus.”
Half an hour later Roma got the sick boy’s little purse from Mrs. Brown and gave it to Tom to take to its owner.
“You may tell Titus that you are going to the Isle of Storms with us, Tom. I forgot to do so,” said Miss Fronde.
“Oh, mist’ess, I doane like to do dat,” replied the boy.
“But why?”
“’Ca’se it make po’ sick Titus feel so bad ’ca’se he can’t go, too.”