The domestic slammed the door in his face as she muttered:
“Sneak thief!”
It was soon reopened and Mignon stood in the doorway, and at her side was the servant.
“What can I do for you, my good man?” said Miss Field. “The girl told me you said I sent for you. There must be some mistake.”
“Send that minx away.”
“Mary, go into the kitchen,” commanded Mignon, much surprised at the negro’s request.
Darting an angry look at the “nagur,” the cook retired to her domain.
“You have a visitor,” said the colored man; “her name is Louise Calhoun; she used to be your younger sister’s music teacher.”
Miss Field was greatly astonished.
“Who are you? You are not what you seem,” said Mignon. “You do not talk like a negro.”