Sheila Pat looked worried.
"Does he want me to come?"
"Yes, miss."
"Then I will!" She heaved a big sigh. "Unless," brightening, "Aunt Kezia doesn't wish me to. I'll go and ask her."
She came back sadly.
"I can come," she said ungraciously.
"Sarah! Sarah!"
Down the stairs floated Miss Kezia's voice, stern anger in its tone.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Sarah, I cannot find my house-shoes! I have forbidden you to move any of my things."