Josie Oâ€™Gorman did not bother to ring the doorbell ë°¤ěťĽě•Śë°”
next morning. She went around to Aunt Sallieâ€™s outside kitchen door, which always stood open at this hour, and after a word of greeting to the black mammy, made her way to the cosy little room which she always occupied when visiting there. Afterward she quietly unpacked the contents of her suitcase. This being accomplished Josie went downstairs to find Colonel Hathaway there alone, sipping his coffee behind his newspaper while awaiting Mary Louise.
â€śGood morninâ€™,â€ť she said, and threw her arms around her old friend and heartily kissed him.
â€śI hope that cackle I hear from the kitchen means an egg, and the egg another kiss,â€ť remarked the old Colonel, smiling at her. â€śI am very glad you are here. Youâ€™ll be a great comfort to Mary Louise, I can assure you, for she63 has already exhausted our resources and Iâ€™m quite sure sheâ€™s on the ragged edge of nothing.â€ť
â€śWhatâ€™s wrong, Colonel?â€ť asked Josie, as Aunt Sallie brought in her coffee.
â€śEverythingâ€”and nothing,â€ť replied Colonel Hathaway, in a way, testily, and yet with an amusing expression. â€śBut here she comes and you can get all the points of the terrible tragedy.â€ť
Mary Louise entered the breakfast room briskly, as if fully expecting to find her old friend there, for she knew that Josie would not lose a minute in answering her summons. Indeed, her telegram of the evening before quite settled the matter as far as she was concerned.
â€śWhatâ€™s gone wrong?â€ť she asked again, when they had seated themselves, after the exchange of a hearty kiss, at the table.
Mary Louise, in a despondent voice, replied: â€śEverything has gone wrong, dear. There was a beautiful automobile at the auto show a while ago, and as Granâ€™pa Jimâ€™s big old car had no one, from Uncle Sam to a grasshopper, to care for it any longer, I induced him to let me trade it in for the beauty I have referred to. I didnâ€™t care much for Granâ€™paâ€™s rattletrap, but its wheels went round nevertheless.â€ť
64 â€śI know,â€ť nodded Josie, over her ham and eggs.
Then Mary Louise went on about her discovery of Danny Dexter, and his quaint manners, and the methods he employed in abdication.
â€śWeâ€™ve tried every method we could think of,â€ť concluded the girl, â€śand the result is that yesterday we wired you, at Granâ€™paâ€™s suggestion.â€ť
â€śWhat!â€ť in amazement. â€śDo you mean that the dear Colonel has at last acquired sufficient confidence in my ability to entrust me with a job of this sort?â€ť
The Colonelâ€™s eyes could be seen just above the edge of his newspaper, and both Josie and Mary Louise thought they twinkled.
â€śIf it can be done,â€ť he muttered, â€śJosie is as likely to do it as anyone on earth. And sheâ€™s fond of Mary Louise, so Iâ€™ve an idea sheâ€™s better fitted than anyone else. But itâ€™s a stiff job.â€ť