Drusilla with a Million

de Elizabeth Cooper

"Drusilla Doane, O Drusilla Doane!" came waveringly around the corner; and the quavering voice was followed by a little old woman who peered at the line of old ladies sitting in the sun. Is Drusilla Doane here? she inquired, darting quick birdlike glances from her old eyes at the curious faces that looked up at her approach.