The miss surprised her. Why the sudden lapse on the part of this extraordinary and selfconfident young person into the terminology of the servant class. Yes, i am, she admitted. A hundred thousand helpless babes in the wood, he announced sonorously, are wandering about, lost and homeless on this melancholy and moving day of october 1st, waiting for the little robins to come and bury them under the brown and withered leaves. Aint it harrowing, miss. Personally i should prefer to have the last sad dirge sung over me by a