protegee appear so well and receive so much attention, for she felt
that she had had the revision of her. She already saw in her the heroine
of the novel she meant to write, with the plot beginning in Kilo and
Clarence, and carried to New York and, perhaps, Europe.

The attorney and the editor were particularly nice to Susan, and
attentive to Mrs. Smith at all the festivals, and it amused the New
Yorker to find herself and her maid on and equal social plane. It is
quite different in New York. But lady's maids in New York are not all
like Susan. Maids in New York do not spend their spare time studying
Jarby's Encyclopedia of Knowledge and Compendium of Literature, Science
and Art, and Susan did. Even Eliph' Hewlitt could not have read the book
more faithfully than Susan did, nor have believed in it more trustfully.
Often when the editor or the attorney sought her at one of the festivals
they would find her talking with Eliph' Hewlitt, exchanging facts out of
Jarby's Encyclopedia.

For Eliph' never missed a festival. He haunted them, standing in one
spot until his eyes fell upon Miss Sally, when he would make straight
for her with his dainty little steps, and she, catching sight of
him--for she was always on the lookout--would move away, weaving around
and between people until he lost sight of her, when he would stand still
until he caught sight of her again. It was like a game. Sometimes he
caught her, but before he could have a word with her she would make an
excuse and hurry away, or turn him over to another. Usually she shielded
herself by keeping either the Colonel or Skinner beside her, if they
were present, and they usually were.

"Land's sake!" she exclaimed to Mrs. Smith, one evening, as they were
walking home after an ice-cream festival at Doc Weaver's, "I wish
somebody would tell that Mr. Hewlitt that I don't want to buy no books.
He pesters the life out of me. I can't show myself nowhere but he comes
up, all loaded to begin, and if I'd give him half a chance he'd have me
buyin' a book in no time. It don't seem to make no difference where I
am. I believe he'd try to sell books at a funeral." Mrs. Smith laughed.

"I know he would!" she said. "He is delightful! Why don't you do as
I did, and buy a book, and then he will be satisfied, and leave you
alone."

"Well, I won't!" declared Miss Sally. "I ain't done nothin' all my life
but buy books an' then fight pa to get money to pay installments on 'em,
an' I won