"In what?" said Rotha, growing desperate.
"Well, in our feelin's," said Mr. Purcell, inclining his head in a suave manner, indicating his good disposition. "You see, we don' know how to take care of you, 'thout we knowed if it was to be for a week, or a month, or that. Mis' Busby only said you was comin'; and she didn't say why nor whether."
"I do not know," said Rotha. "You must manage as well as you can without knowing; for I cannot tell you."
"Very good!" said Mr. Purcell, inclining his head blandly again; "then that's one point. You don' know yourself."
"No."
"That means she aint a goin' in a hurry," said Mrs. Purcell. "There's her trunk, Joe, that you've got to tote up stairs."
"I'll do that," said Joe rising; "if it aint bigger 'n I be. Where is it at?"
"Settin' out in the road."
"And where's it goin'?"
"Up to her room. She'll shew you."