“Oh, yes; the doctor. I’ll see him directly after I’ve rested a little. He speaks English, I hope. Are you coming up, honey?”
“Not yet. I’ll keep a lookout for Gertrude.”
Margeret had touched a bell and in response a little black girl had appeared, who smiled and ducked her head respectfully.
“Howdy, Miss Sajane? Howdy, Miss Lena?” she exclaimed, her black eyes dancing. “I dunno how come it come, I nevah heerd you all, for I done got––”
“Raquel, you show Mistress Nesbitt to the west room,” said the quiet tones of Margeret, and Raquel’s animation subsided into wordless grins as she gathered up the sunshade, reticule and other belongings, and preceded Mistress Nesbitt up the stairs.
“If there’s anything I can do for you just send Raquel for me.”
“Thank you, Margeret. I’ll remember.”
Margeret crossed the hall to the parlor door and opened it.
“If you’d rather rest in here, Miss Lena––”