"Who is Miss Sarah?" May asked, in alarm. "Is she—another?"
Phyllis' eyes twinkled. "Yes," said she. "Miss Sarah is another!"
"Is she like the General?" May ventured to ask.
"The General is a baby beside her."
"Oh, what shall I do?" And May clasped her hands and gazed entreatingly into her companion's kind face.
"She'll like you fast enough, if the General doesn't," Phyllis said, consolingly. "That's her way—what he likes she doesn't; what he doesn't like she thinks a heap of."
"What very queer people," May said.
"I guess you'd think so, if you worked for 'em!" Then reflecting that it was neither loyal nor politic to speak so freely of her employers, Phyllis added, "Not that they are not nice in their way."
"I don't think I'd like their way," May said, with a decided shake of her head.