"Oh! Damn!" screamed Madame d'Avala again.
"Ain't it hell?" remarked an interested voice, and Madame d'Avala saw a small pale face staring at her through the door which she had left ajar.
"Come in!" she ordered, and a small thin boy entered, quite unabashed, looking at her with an air of complete understanding.
"Who are you?" asked Madame d'Avala.
"Freddy."
"Well, Freddy, run at once and find a maid for me, please. Mine hasn't come, and I'm frantic, simply frantic. Well, why don't you go?"
"I'll hook you up," said Freddy.
"You!"
"Sure! I kin do it better'n any maid you'd get in this helluva school."
"Why, Freddy!"