“I’ve done nothing but bring you ice-water for to days,” she said. “Your head’s hot. I think you need a musterd foot bath and to go to bed.”
“Hannah,” Jane said, in her loftyest fashion, “Miss Barbara is woried, not ill. And please close the door when you go out.”
Which was her way of telling Hannah to go. Hannah glared at her.
“If you take my advice, Miss Jane,” she said. “You’ll keep away from Miss Barbara.”
And she went out, slaming the door.
“Well!” gasped Jane. “Such impertanence. Old servant or not, she ought to have her mouth slaped.”
Well, I told Jane the plan and she was perfectly crazy about it. I had a headache, but she helped me into my street things, and got Sis’s rose hat for me while Sis was at the telephone. Then we went out.
First we telephoned Carter Brooks, and he said tomorrow morning would do, and he’d give a couple of reporters the word to hang around father’s office at the mill. He said to have Adrian there at ten o’clock.
“Are you sure your father will do it?” he asked. “We don’t want a flivver, you know.”
“He’s making a principal of it,” I said. “When he makes a principal of a thing, he does it.”