"Aunt Krin, _that's_ her mother," said aunt Krin's nephew. His
young relative grasped his arm and exclaimed in an awe-struck whisper:
"Bobaday Padgett!"
CHAPTER XXI.
HER MOTHER ARRIVES.
Both children regarded the strange lady with breathless interest
when the lawyer seated her in the room. They silently classed her
among the rich, handsome and powerful people of the earth. She had
what in later years they learned to call refinement, but at that date
they could give it no name except niceness. When Grandma Padgett and
the landlord's wife were summoned to the room, she grew even younger
and more elegant in appearance, though her face was anxious and her
eyes were darkened by crying.
"This is Mrs. Tracy from Baltimore," said the lawyer. "She was in
Chicago yesterday, and I telegraphed for her a half-hour or so before
the child was taken out of the house. She came as far as
Indianapolis, and found no Pan Handle train, this morning, so she was
obliged to get a carriage and drive over. Mrs. Sebastian, will you be
kind enough to set out something for her to eat as soon as you can?
She has not thought of eating since she started. And Mrs.--what did I
understand your name to be?"
[Illustration: "THIS IS LORD'S DAY," SAID WILLIAM SEBASTIAN.
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