If she hai n't forgot , that 'll fetch her . You might as well hurry up , if you please , I 've not overly too much time . '' The pert maid decided to be civil at least , and invited Jordan to enter . But she left him standing in the hall while she went in search of Miss Burnett . Jordan gazed about him in amazement . He had never been in any place like this before . The hall was wonderful enough , and through the open doors on either hand stretched vistas of lovely rooms that , to Jordan 's eyes , looked like those of a palace . `` Gee whiz ! How do they ever move around without knocking things over ? '' Then Joscelyn Burnett came , and Jordan forgot everything else . This tall , beautiful woman , in her silken draperies , with a face like nothing Jordan had ever seen , or even dreamed about , -- could this be Aunty Nan 's little Joscelyn ? Jordan 's round , freckled countenance grew crimson . He felt horribly tonguetied and embarrassed . What could he say to her ? How could he say it ? Joscelyn Burnett looked at him with her large , dark eyes , -- the eyes of a woman who had suffered much , and learned much , and won through struggle to victory . `` You have come from Aunty Nan ? '' she said . `` Oh , I am so glad to hear from her . Is she well ?
Come in here and tell me all XXXXX her . ''
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