Some one was singing in the linen-room. Aunt Jane, going by in the
corridor, heard the little song and stopped and looked in.
Miss Canfield, at work on her linen-cupboard, was singing happily as she
worked. She had gathered up a handful of towels and carried them to the
table and was looking at them with a little vexation, her lips still
humming the song. She glanced up and saw Aunt Jane and the song stopped.
She nodded to her.
"Things are in a terrible state here!"