Joanna made all haste to Sally’s room, ready to do her best, but she found her charge already clad in travelling dress, pinning a veil about her hat, her gloves and purse laid out, and a bag packed with necessaries.  The mind of the young mistress of the house was concerned less with her own preparations than with the comfort of those she was to leave behind.

“You’ll take good care of them, won’t you, Joanna?” begged Sally.  “Give them the things they like best—­all the time.  And you’ll see that the living-room looks the way I like to have it when they come home, won’t you?—­the fire blazing, and the couch pillows plumped up.  And you know they like a nice lot of shiny red apples brought up to eat before they go to bed!”

“Yes, Miss Sally, I’ll remember all the things.  Don’t you fret yourself.  I can’t take your place, but I’ll see that the young gentlemen have their buttons sewed on, and plenty of good food.  But I’m hoping you won’t be gone long.  Most likely you’ll find your uncle better—­I hope that, indeed I do, Miss Sally.”

“Thank you, Joanna—­indeed I do, too.  And—­Joanna—­I’m so glad you’re here.  I don’t think I could go away and leave my brothers with just little Mary Ann to look after them!”

Sally held the big hand tight a minute, looked into the plump, kind face with eyes which were suddenly like drenched violets—­then dashed away the tears, smiled at Joanna, caught up her belongings, and ran downstairs, followed by the woman, who felt relieved when she saw Mr. Jarvis waiting in the hall below.  It had suddenly seemed to Joanna as if she must go with the girl herself.  It must not be supposed that Sally did not possess plenty of the air of capable independence.  It was only that—­well—­the fair, curly hair, the dark-lashed blue eyes, the flower-like bloom of the young face, appealed to her, as they did to Jarvis, as needing protection from the eyes sure to follow her wherever she went.  Looking up at her from below it also occurred to Jarvis that the plain and unrelieved dark blue of Sally’s whole attire somehow served only to heighten the probable effect of her upon the observant public, and he longed fiercely himself to double the thickness of that veil and tie it tight about her head, requesting her not to untie it till she was safe in Uncle Timothy’s presence!

But all he said was:  “Ready?  You’re a quick one—­wouldn’t have thought any girl could make such time.  This all your baggage?  Come on—­the car’s at the door.”

Outside he spoke hurriedly:  “Sally, you haven’t given me a chance to ask you about funds for this trip.  One can’t always lay one’s hand on just the amount—­and Max is busy, so—­”

But Sally answered with assurance.  “It’s all right, thank you, Jarvis.  I’ve a little fund of my own.  There isn’t any need to bother Max.  I’m so glad of that.  How lucky for me you hadn’t gone with the car!  I should have been so flurried, trying to catch the trolley with my bag and umbrella.”