"Huh?"
"Anything doin'?"
The negress hesitated, and looked at Laura.
"Ah—Ah—hain't asked, Missy Farley."
"Then do it," said the voice determinedly.
Laura advanced to the rescue.
"I'll answer her," she said. Putting her head out of the door, she cried:
"What is it, Mrs. Farley?"
The irate landlady's voice underwent a quick change. In a softened voice, she called up:
"Did ye have any luck this morning, dearie?"