Drusilla with a Million

d would stop to see her on their return. She passed the day wondering how she could legitimately get Mr. James Thornton to stop on his

he want of

ughed di

d better see hi

ed at him sha

d him here

ooked at the fat, mustached French

want to see m

drew hi

ents to Madame and say I

you want

enchma

compre

h, cook. What

adame understa

ou want t

ally. "I can no longer serve Madame:

rtin' your

ok for a lot of babies,

at him silentl

you ought to cook for babies. There ain't

n the morning, and the s

ookin' eggs and porr

disgrace. I am a great artist-a chef

I want a cook. Artists paint picters; th

ame. I am an artist; I have

his a go

until the house was turned into an orphan asyl

flushed

And I want you to understand that this is not an orphan asylum. These children are my visitors; and so long as they're in my house, they'l

own a very angry a

hat does anybody want with a man in the kitchen-especially

while; then she laug

here, and here's my chance. Jane, tell some one to telephone Mr. Thornton's brot

a's door. When the lawyer came in Drusilla said to herself, "I don't blame

that'll seem mighty little to a man," she said

ornton

here you requi

estate, and you pay all the servants. Now I don't like to send a cook

he a go

e a stew, and I'd like real American vittles once in a while. Some good pork and beans and cabbage that ain't all covered up with flummadiddles so that I don't know I'm eatin' cabbage; an' I like vegetables that ain't all cut up in fancy picters, and green corn on a co

s a little lowering to the dignity of a

u'll go trottin' along with the cook. I'

ushed and

Miss Doane. We are at your serv

oman cook-by the way, wha

rightly, he receives a h

back in her

a month for a cook! Elias Doane

for a cook with the reputation of this on

, his things would 'a' choked me. And your brother talked to me about the expense of keepin' my children! Why, you git me a fat Irish woman, who likes real

quiet

' about my colored baby." Then, looking at him suddenly: "Did you ev

shook his h

d me in the neighborhood of colored

But I'm goin' to begin your education right

being hurried down the hall and up the wide stairs to the big nu

o cry, they're so sickly and puny, but you can't cry at Rastus. He's goin' away next week to some people who'll take him till he's old enough to go to that big color

lla said, he was clothed only in a little white shirt; and as his plump body lay over the nurse's lap he exposed to view a very fat littl

ide and watched the baby for a mome

before he was really aware of what he did, he bent

knee. Seeing the man looking down at him, he puckered

ton stoop

s became louder-"come here." He took the baby into his arms and tos

laughing into the now laughing face,

looked at the vision of the pretty woman standing in the do

he said.

eeing nothing in t

human after all.

olded in a man's arms and a woman

n went to the door, where Daphne was waiti

n't it, Miss Do

amefaced but happy looking people appeared, hand in hand. Mr.

ed, black, or yellow-that you want. Take the whole African race

augh of a happy woman wh

red baby any more. He's Jim's and mine. We're going to see to his education, for

ton with a glad laug