Marion walked out to the banisters and leaned over calmly.
“Some one looking for me, Mrs. Dean?” she called out, pleasantly. “If it is, they can come right up; my sister and I will be glad to see them.”
The landlady turned back with a sigh of relief. She was stout and heavy and climbing stairs was not to her fancy.
“I hain’t so sure about yew’r bein’ glad tew see us, Marion Marlowe,” said Matt Jenkins, dryly.
As he spoke he looked up at the girl, and at that moment Bert passed him.
“You are mistaken, Mr. Jenkins, I shall be delighted,” said Marion, smiling. “And Silas, too, why, this is really a great pleasure.”
“Then yew’r sentiments haz changed sense I saw yew last,” said Matt Jenkins, roaring. “Yew must ter larn’t manners sense yew come tew ther city.”
“Oh, I’ve learned lots of things besides manners,” said Marion, gayly, “but walk right in to our humble room. I assure you I am really and truly very glad to see you.”
Dollie got up smilingly, and greeted the two.
“Our room is not very large,” said Marion, politely, “but you can have the chair, and I will sit on the bed.”