"Why, mother, where
did she spend the night?"
"At home; that's the curious part about it; she has walked all that
three miles since daylight, if she didn't get up before and start
through the dark. I never could understand that girl. All the time
she was working here she puzzled me. She was so absent-minded, and
would jump and scream almost when the door would open. I am glad we
didn't need her help any longer. Sometimes I wish she had never come
to the hotel."
Harriet stared wonderingly at her mother; then she said:
"Did she want to help us again?"
Mrs. Floyd laughed significantly.
"That's what she pretended she wanted, but she didn't have no more idea
of working here than I have of flying through the air at this minute.
Harriet, she is dead crazy in love with Toot Wambush. That is the
truth about it."
"Why, mother, I can't believe it!" cried Harriet, her brow wrinkling in
perplexity. "He hardly ever went with her or talked to her."
"He took her out home with him in a buggy six or seven times to my
knowledge," declared Mrs. Floyd, "and there's no telling how often he
saw her at home.
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