Weep, most likely. He didn't want that. He'd had enough of tears, as witness one spoiled shirt-front. He began also to change his mind regarding the little one's manners. She had evidently lived with gentlefolks and when some one came to claim her in the morning he would wish them to understand that she had been treated courteously.
So he rang for Peter, who appeared as suddenly as if he had come from the hall without.
"Been listening at the doorway, boy? Take care. Go up to the guest room, turn on the heat and light, and see that there are plenty of fresh towels. Take this young lady's things with you. She will probably spend the night here. I hope you have a decent dinner provided."
"Fine, Massa Joe. Just supreme. Yes, suh. Certainly, suh," answered the servant.
"Uncle Joe, is there a bathroom in this house?" asked she.
"Three of them, Josephine."
"May I use one? I haven't had a bath since I was in San Diego, and I'm—mamma would
