And I was just startin’ back into the room when I seen Mrs. Potter stop and turn round and come to’rd us. She stopped again maybe twenty feet from where the Missus was standin’.
“Are you on this floor?” she says.
The Missus shook like a leaf.
“Yes,” says she, so low you couldn’t hardly hear her.
“Please see that they’s some towels put in 559,” says the Mrs. Potter from Chicago.