I want you to mail for me.
Do you know where the postoffice is?"

"Yah, I bane there for my mail which come to a window."

"Well, take my letters all the way to the post-office. You understand."

"Yah, I ain't bane no fool."

"Oh, excuse me," he said cynically. "Anyhow, you bane a very good cook
and from my shirts I judge you are a very fine laundress, so when you
get my letters safely deposited in the postoffice I will ask you to
come up and try your hand on my back."

"All right, sir, I bane willing."

Josie permitted herself another grin and a gay pirouette in the lower
hall.

"I only wish I knew some Swedish talk besides 'bane'," she said to
herself. "I am not at all sure scroobing isn't Irish and cuke for cook
might be any old language. The poor man has got an awful backache,
Josie O'Gorman, and you ought to feel sorry for him."

CHAPTER XIV
JOSIE JUMPS HER JOB

In less than an hour Josie was summoned to her master's bedside. "The
letters are written, and a hard job it was, too, with this infernal
lumbago getting me if I so much as lift a finger. Get them in the
postoffice as soon as you can, my good girl. Don't stop for a thing."

"I bane have to stop to dress myself," said Josie. "Girls in service
don't like to go by the street in uniform."

"Well, if you must you must, but don't stop to doll up," he commanded,
"and be quick about it."

"Sure!" Josie smiled to think how quick she would be.

Again the tea kettle must play its part. First she opened the letter
addressed to Miss D. Dingus. There was a check for a good sum enclosed.
The letter was evidently written by a man with lumbago. The tone was
impatient and critical, although he seemed to remember his manners
before he finished and dropped a few endearing terms such as "darling
Dink," "My own girl," "I am thinking of you constantly," etc. He begged
her to be patient and put up with the annoyance of the children for a
while longer, when everything would come all right. "You will be
rewarded a thousand fold," was his promise.

"I don't believe a word of it," was Josie's decision, as she put the
letter back in its envelope after taking a careful copy of it in her
own especial brand of shorthand. "Dink is too common for such a fine
gentleman as Chester Hunt. He could never introduce her to the elite of
the Southland."

The other letter was addressed to the doctor at the sanitarium. In it
he begged the physician to keep Mrs. Waller for a wh