that this night she was to tell Jarvis of her love for him—hear him speak his love for her.
Before the hour of enforced quiet was over she could hear Ardelia tiptoeing about her room. Presently her head was cautiously inserted through the door. When she saw a hand waved at her, she bounced in.
“Laws, honey, I'se so excited, I cain’t hol’ my eyes shet. I got de Perfessor’s dress suit cloes all laid out smooth, wif de buttons in de shirt, an’ de white tie ready. Now, yo’ let me help yo’ all git dressed befo’ I begin to wrassle wid dat tight skirt ob mine.”
“All right, sit down and hold your hands till I jump into my bath.”
While Bambi bathed, Ardelia shouted all the gossip of home through the bathroom door. Upon Bambi’s reappearance, she insisted upon dressing her like a child. She put on her silk stockings and slippers, getting herself down and up with many a grunt. She constituted herself a critical judge in the hairdressing process, and fussed about every pin.
“Why ain’t yo’ all had one ob dese heah hair-fixers do yo’ haid?”
“And make me look like a hair-shop model? Not much!”
