"So you hain't forgot me!" she exclaimed. "I was almost afeard you'd forgot me."
"I've been away," said Victoria, gently taking the woman's hand and sitting down on the doorstep.
"Don't set there," said Mrs. Fitch; "come into the parlour. You'll dirty your dress--Mary!" This last in admonition.
"Let her stay where she is," said Victoria, putting her arm around the child. "The dress washes, and it's so nice outside."
"You rich folks certainly do have strange notions," declared Mrs. Fitch, fingering the flounce on Victoria's skirt, which formed the subject of conversation for the next few minutes.
"How are you getting on?" Victoria asked at length.
A look of pain came into the woman's eyes.
"You've be'n so good to us, and done so much gettin' Eben a job on your father's place, that I don't feel as if I ought to lie to you. He done it again--on Saturday night. First time in three months. The manager up at Fairview don't know it. Eben was all right Monday."