"What would you like to do?" Phyllis inquired, mindful of Sarah's injunction to make the boy comfortable.
"I'd like to go home, but I suppose I shall have to stay till mother's better," May replied, dolefully.
"Come, now, don't look so sober," said Phyllis, pleasantly. "I know a real nice place in the orchard, and we'll go there. I go by myself whenever I can get my work done. That isn't often," with a sigh. "Miss Sarah is one o' the kind that doesn't believe in getting work done; she keeps me doing it."
"How dreadful!" cried May, who didn't know that Phyllis' comment on Sarah's disposition would apply perfectly to many another notable housewife.
"Here she comes," said Phyllis, softly.
May followed the direction of Phyllis' gaze with eager interest, and when she saw an attractive figure in wonderful attire advancing toward them, she cried, unwarily,—
"What a lovely, lovely dress! I wish I had one like it."
While Phyllis was pondering this extraordinary feminine remark May sprang forward to meet Sarah, who was so favorably impressed with this impulsive movement that she shook hands with the General's young relative very cordially, saying, pleasantly,—
"I am glad to see you, Gay. I hope you will enjoy your visit here."
"Thank you, I'm sure I shall if I may stay with you and Phyllis a good deal," May responded, with a bright smile.