d it, in spite
of having worked for the man only about thirty hours. The kitchen and
dining room were spotless, silver and glass polished and china presses
in order. She left a note on the hall table, which the infuriated
Chester Hunt was to find after a morning spent in frantic pushing of
the bell in his bedroom and vain bellowings over the bannisters for
Josie Larson. It was only after supreme effort that he could get out of
bed, but once he got on his feet it was not so difficult to walk.

"Josie! Josie!" he yelled. "Where are you? What do you think I am to do
with no breakfast? This is a fine way to treat a sick man." His voice
echoed down the hall. Hearing a noise on the street that he thought
proceeded from the kitchen he called again, "Hurry up, you fool. I have
been calling you for hours!"

There was no answer to this command. He leaned over the bannisters and
spied the note on the hall table. Painfully and slowly, his dressing
gown wrapped around him and his slippers flapping dolefully on the
steps, he made his way to the lower hall. Josie had enjoyed greatly
writing that note. It was difficult to do and for that reason great
fun.

Note to self: This is done in letter style. For some reason, it is only
justified, instead of smaller margins. Slightly smaller font, too.

Respected Mr. Hunt:

I bane sad to leave you without more formal leave-taking, but you were
snoring so happy when I went up stairs I bane had no heart to awoken
you. I bear you no grudge for almost letting me know I bane a fool and
am not leaving your service because of that, although it is not happy
to know I can not hide what a fool I bane no matter how hard I work. I
take the two bowls with rabbits and chickuns, the same you gave to me.
I go from your service because in part the son of my aunt's father is
dead. Because of my so sudden leaving I do not charge you for the work
I have given you. It bane a pleasure to work for you. I more profit got
from it than you I gave.

Yours devoted,
Miss JOSIE LARSON.

"The son of her aunt's father," repeated Chester Hunt. "What relation
would that be? What a fool the girl is anyhow! Why didn't she say her
uncle? It might even have been her father," he laughed grimly. "Well,
fool or no fool, Miss Josie Larson, you are the best servant I have
had."

CHAPTER XV
JOSIE VISITS INDIANA

When Josie arrived at her destination she went to the one small hotel
the village boasted and, engaging the on