`` This way , ma'am , '' said Jordan , inwardly congratulating himself that the coast was clear . `` I 'll take you right up to her room . '' Up-stairs , Joscelyn tapped at the half-open door and went in . Before it closed behind her , Jordan heard Aunty Nan say , `` Joscelyn ! Little Joscelyn ! '' in a tone that made him choke again . He stumbled thankfully down-stairs , to be pounced upon by Mrs. William in the kitchen . `` Jordan Sloane , who was that stylish woman you drove into the yard with ? And what have you done with her ? '' `` That was Miss Joscelyn Burnett , '' said Jordan , expanding himself . This was his hour of triumph over Mrs. William . `` I went to Kensington and brung her out to see Aunty Nan . She 's up with her now . '' `` Dear me , '' said Mrs. William helplessly . `` And me in my milking rig ! Jordan , for pity 's sake , hold the baby while I go and put on my black silk . You might have given a body some warning . I declare I do n't know which is the greatest idiot , you or Aunty Nan ! '' As Mrs. William flounced out of the kitchen , Jordan took his satisfaction in a quiet laugh . Up-stairs in the little room was a great glory of sunset and gladness of human hearts .
Joscelyn was kneeling by the bed , with her arms about Aunty Nan ; and Aunty Nan , XXXXX her face all irradiated , was stroking Joscelyn 's dark hair fondly .
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