Half

an hour later Delia arrived, her right hand tied up in a shapeless bundle of

wraps and bandages.

"How is this?" asked Joe after the usual greetings.

Delia laughed, but not very joyously.

Clementina," she explained, "insisted upon a Welsh

rabbit after her lesson. She is such a queer girl. Welsh rabbits at 5 in the

afternoon. The General was there. You should have seen him run for the chafing

dish, Joe, just as if there wasn't a servant in the house. I know Clementina

isn't in good health; she is so nervous. In serving the rabbit she spilled a

great lot of it, boiling hot, over my hand and wrist. It hurt awfully, Joe. And

the dear girl was so sorry! But Gen. Pinkney!--Joe, that old man nearly went

distracted. He rushed downstairs and sent somebody--they said the furnace man

or somebody in the basement--out to a drug store for some oil and things to

bind it up with. It doesn't hurt so much now."

"What's this?" ...