“You bane sell someting?” she enquired with a wide smile.
With eager hands she fell upon the toilet articles as I opened the case.
“Yaw, yaw,” she cried. “I bane want someting long, long tam. Youst wait. I got money.”
She disappeared into the house.
I was laying out her selections when a harsh voice startled me.
“How dare you sneak into my home and take up the time of my maids? Leave this house instantly.”
I whirled around, too amazed to speak. A large, pompous woman was standing in the inner doorway, motioning me out with a be-ringed hand.
“But—but madam,” I stammered, “your maid wants to buy some of these articles. She has gone to get the money.”
“I’ll not have you cheating my servants. Go away from here.”
The girl appeared at that moment, but her mistress blocked the door.