"Do take this dreadful soup away!" Thus directly addressed, Gertrude yielded her attention, though unwillingly, and as if she decided only by a hair's weight not to revolt, instead.

However, she finally set herself in slow motion; but overlooked the supposed head of the table, seeming to be unaware of the sweltering little man who sat there.

As she disappeared toward the kitchen with but three of the cups upon her tray he turned to look plaintively after her, and ventured an attempt to recall her.
"Here!" he said, in a low voice.

"Here, you!" "What is it, Virgil ?" his wife asked.
"What's her name ?" Mrs.Adams gave him a glance of sudden panic, and, seeing that the guest of the evening was not looking at her, but down at the white cloth before him, she frowned hard, and shook her head.
Unfortunately Alice was not observing her mother, and asked, innocently: "What's whose name, papa ?" "Why, this young darky woman," he explained.

"She left mine." "Never mind," Alice laughed.