"No, girl," added Johanna. "Your father sent me to you, and Sir Richard Blunt suggested it. Shall I leave you again."
"Oh, no—no," said Ann Orton, as she sprang towards Johanna, and kissed her on both cheeks, "you are Miss Johanna Oakley."
"How is it that you know me?"
"My father is an old friend of Sir Richard's, and he has told us all your story. How truly delighted I am to see you. And so you have escaped from that odious Todd, and—"
"Immediate refreshment, my dear, and all the attention you can cram into a very short space of time to Miss Oakley, my dear," said Mr. Orton, just putting his head so far into the room as to make himself plainly and distinctly heard.
"Yes, father, yes."
"How kind you all are," said Johanna.
"No—no—at least we wish to be, but what I mean is that we are no kinder than we ought to be. My father is so good, I have no mother."
"And I, too, am motherless."
"Yes, I—I heard that Mrs. Oakley—"