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"I wouldn't have had the face t' send for you,
Miss Hermy, only Hazel calls an' calls, like she's doin' now--listen!"
And sure enough from somewhere near by a small voice reached them,
pitifully faint and thin: "Hermy dear, come t' me--oh, Hermy dear!"
"She allus lays an' calls like that lately when her poor hip's worse 'n
usual," sighed Mrs. Bowker. "And your gentleman friend--would he like t'
see her too?"
"Thank you, I should," answered Ravenslee in his soft, pleasant voice.
"Oh, Mrs. Bowker, this is Mr. Geoffrey," said Hermione a trifle
hurriedly, "he came with me to--to--"
"Be presented to the princess, if she will honour me," he added.
"Ah!" said Mrs. Bowker, looking up at him with a faded smile, "Hazel
told me you had a pretty voice, sir, an' I guess I know what she meant.
She sets out on the stairs when she's well enough an' has often seen
ye."
"Hermy, dear, come t' me--oh, Hermy dear!" called the little voice.
"Yes, go in, my dear, you know y' way, I guess," sighed Mrs. Bowker,
passing a small, worn hand across her faded eyes.


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