You might as well hurry up, if you please, I've not overly
too much time."
The pert maid decided to be civil at least, and invited Jordan
to enter. But she left him standing in the hall while she went
in search of Miss Burnett. Jordan gazed about him in amazement.
He had never been in any place like this before. The hall
was wonderful enough, and through the open doors on either
hand stretched vistas of lovely rooms that, to Jordan's eyes,
looked like those of a palace.
"Gee whiz! How do they ever move around without knocking things over?"
Then Joscelyn Burnett came, and Jordan forgot everything else. This tall,
beautiful woman, in her silken draperies, with a face like nothing
Jordan had ever seen, or even dreamed about,--could this be Aunty Nan's
little Joscelyn? Jordan's round, freckled countenance grew crimson.
He felt horribly tonguetied and embarrassed. What could he say to her?
How could he say it?
Joscelyn Burnett looked at him with her large, dark eyes,--
the eyes of a woman who had suffered much, and learned much,
and won through struggle to victory.
"You have come from Aunty Nan?" she said. "Oh, I am so glad to hear
from her. Is she well? Come in here and tell me all about her.
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