Nancy went in the side door, and through the sitting-room into the front entry. The parlor door stood open. Aunt Lucretia and her servant, Henrietta, were in there. Nancy stood looking in.
"Aunt Lucretia," said she.
Aunt Lucretia came forward, with Henrietta following.
"Well, Nancy, what do you want?" said Aunt Lucretia. She was quite a majestic old lady, very tall and large and short-waisted. She wore her gray hair in two puffs each side of her face.
"Mother sent your Stanford paper back," replied Nancy.
"Well, you can lay it on the sitting-room table," said Aunt Lucretia. "Is your mother well this morning?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Nancy laid the Stanford paper on the sitting-room table; then she followed on into the kitchen after Aunt Lucretia and Henrietta.
"Is there anything else you want, Nancy?" asked Aunt Lucretia.
"I wanted to know if—I didn't know but—you'd like to have me pick some blackberries for you, Aunt Lucretia."