“When was my uncle taken ill?” she asked, once.
Our eyes met and we mutually smiled.
“When you left his room with me,” I replied.
And this answer seemed perfectly to satisfy her.
“What do you do with yourself all day?” I asked.
Again she laughed.
“You will only laugh,” she said.
“I shall be as solemn as a judge, a jury, and three expert witnesses,” I assured her.
“A friend and I are starting a women's mission.”
I certainly became solemn—dumfounded, for one instant, in fact. Then a light dawned upon me.