At that moment there was heard the sound of a latch-key, and a grinning black face appeared.
"Good mawnin', sah. Somefin' seems to be spilt heah."
Fetching a large cloth, she set to work with easy dexterity.
Mr. Brush, fascinated, watched the lake disappear.
"You bes' get dress', sah. Ah'll have yo' breakfas' ready in a couple o' minutes."
"Thank Heaven you're here, Maria!" he said fervently. "I was almost afraid you weren't coming."
[THE MAN OPPOSITE]
Mildred congratulated herself on having conquered her timidity. She had come all the way down-town by herself, had looked through several stores until she found just the curtains she wanted; and now, ready to return home, she got on the 'bus as calmly as though she had been a New Yorker and a married woman all her life.