His face was one glad grin. "I sure will. Y'betcha, by jollies."
He did.
To Beatrice, busy writing a letter, came Jenkins some hours later.
"A young—person—to see you, Miss Whitford."
He said it with a manner so apologetic that it stressed his opinion of the social status of the visitor.
"What kind of a person?"
"A young woman, Miss. From the country, I tyke it."
"She didn't give you a card?"
"No, Miss. She came with the person Mr. Whitford took on to 'elp with the work houtside."
"Oh! Show them both up. And have tea sent in, Jenkins."