By ELIZABETH COOPER
DRUSILLA WITH A MILLION
"Drusilla Doane, O Drusilla Doane!" came waveringly around the corner;and the quavering voice was followed by a little old woman who peeredat the line of old ladies sitting in the sun. "Is Drusilla Doane here?"she inquired, darting quick birdlike glances from her old eyes at thecurious faces that looked up at her approach.
A little white-haired woman stopped the darning of the tablecloth inher hands and looked up expectantly.
"Yes, I'm here, Barbara. What do you want of me?"
"There's two men in the parlor to see you, an' Mis' Smith told me totell you to hurry. I been lookin' for you everywhere."
Drusilla Doane let the cloth fall into her lap, and all the other womenstopped their work to stare at the announcer of such wonderful news.
"To see me, are you sure?"
"Yes, they asked to see Miss Drusilla Doane. You're the only one ofthat name here, ain't you?"
Drusilla folded her work and placed it in the basket of linen by theside of her chair.
"Yes, I guess it must mean me," she said, and rose to go.
As she passed around the house all the old ladies moved as if by acommon impulse.
"Come right here, Barbara Field, and tell us all about it. Who are themen?"
"What did they look like?" questioned another.
"Take this chair and tell us all about it," said Miss Harris, theyoungest of the ladies; and a place was made in their midst and theline closed around her.
"Put your teeth in, so's we can understand you."
Barbara groped around in the pocket of her apron; then, holding the endof the apron up to her face, adroitly slipped her teeth into her mouth,and sat down to become for once the center of interest to her littleworld.
"Now tell us all about it—what you waiting for?" said one of theladies impatiently.
"What'll I tell?" said Barbara. "I was passin' by the door and Mis'Smith called me in and said, 'Barbara, will you find Drusilla Doane andsend her here? Tell her that there are two gentlemen who wish to seeher.'"
"Two men—two men to see Drusilla Doane!" cackled one old lady. "Sheain't never had one to call to see her before, as I knows on."
"No," chimed in another. "She's been here five years and there ain't alivin' soul before asked to see Drusilla Doane. What'd they look like,Barbara?"
"One was tall and thin and sour-lookin'—looked like a director of ainstitution; and the other was short and fat and pussy and was dressedreal elegant. One had a silk hat and he wore one gray glove and carriedanother in his hand with a cane. That was the skinny one. The pussy onewore a gray vest—that's all I had time to see—and his eyes kind o'twinkled at me."
"Did you hear what they wanted Drusilla for?"
"No, I didn't hear nothin'."
"You mean you didn't hear anything, Barbara," interrupted a querulous,refined voice. "Your grammar is dreadful!"
"I don't mean no such thing. I mean I didn't hear nothin' and nothin'it is." And Barbara's meek, faded old eyes glared at the little oldlady in the corner, if meek, faded blue eyes could glare.
"Never mind her grammar, Lodema Ann. Why didn't you hear what theysaid? What was you doin' in the hall if you wasn't listenin'?"
"I told you I was just passin' through and Mis' Smith called me in."
"Don't you know nothin' about it—nothin'!"
"Nothin'. I've told you all I know. Can I take my teeth out now?"
"No, Barbara; keep your teeth in