And the goods still on me, Tom, mind that.

My, but Mrs. Kingdon was wrathy when she saw me!

"Why did they send you?" she cried. "Why did you keep me
waiting so long? I want a chambermaid. I've rung a dozen times.
The whole place is crazy about that old ball to-night, and no one
can get decent attention."

"Can't I do what you want, ma'am?" I just yearned to get inside
that door.

"No," she snapped. "I don't want a boy to fasten my dress in
the back--"

"We often do, ma'am," I said softly.

"You do? Well--"

"Yes'm." I breathed again.

"Well--it's indecent. Go down and send me a maid."

She was just closing the door in my face--and Moriway waiting for
me to watch me down again.

"Mrs. Kingdon--"

"Well, what do you want?"