"Oh, no, I cannot be! I recall you perfectly," declared Mrs. Clarke, who had an astonishing memory for faces.
"I never saw you before in my whole life! I never was a sick nurse!" declared the old woman, so positively and angrily that Mrs. Clarke thought that, after all, she might be mistaken.
"Really, it does not matter. I was misled by a resemblance, and I thought you would be glad to hear of your nurse child again," she said.
A strange eagerness appeared on the old woman's face as she muttered:
"It's my misfortune that I haven't such a claim on your kindness, ma'am. God knows I'd be glad to meet with rich friends that would pity my poverty-stricken old age!"
Mrs. Clarke's white hand slipped readily into her pocket, taking the hint, and granny was made richer by a dollar, which she acknowledged with profuse gratitude.
"And as for Liane going as maid to your daughter, ma'am, I'd like to see this Miss Roma first, before I give my consent. I want to see if she looks like a kind young lady, that would not scold and slap my granddaughter," she declared cunningly.
Mrs. Clarke colored, wondering if Sophie's tales had reached the old woman's ears, but she said quickly:
"I would insure kind treatment to your grandchild if she came to serve my daughter."