The things we do!

While thus engaged,
Josephine, standing femininely engaged before her glass, chanced to
catch sight of her in the mirror. She had swiftly slipped over and
opened the door of a wardrobe. Over her arm now was some feminine
garment.
"What have you there?" demanded Josephine, turning as swiftly.
"Jus' some things I'se gwine take away to make room for you, tha'ss
all, Ma'am."
Josephine approached and took up in her own hands these evidences
of an earlier occupancy of the room. They were garments of a day
gone by. The silks were faded, dingy, worn in the creases from
sheer disuse. Apparently they had hung untouched for some time.
[Illustration: They were garments of a day gone by.]
"Whose were these, Sally?" demanded Josephine.
"I dunno, Ma'am. I'se been mos'ly in the kitchen, Ma'am."
Josephine regarded her closely. No sign of emotion showed on that
brown mask. The gray brows above the small eyes did not flicker.
"I suppose these may have belonged to Mr.


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