"Do you hear what I say, Dexter, or shall I repeat it?"
"I have resigned my place in the kitchen, Gussie," came the reply, "and do
not intend to enter it again; besides, I have accepted a better situation
since I saw you downstairs. I am packing my trunk to leave the house, so
you see I cannot be disturbed."
Gussie stood dumb with astonishment at this unexpected announcement, but of
course it could not be true!
"Oh! never mind your high tragedy airs just now; open the door at once."
"I fancy that the tragedy part of this performance will be enacted by
yourself, Gussie," was the reply. "I shall not open the door till I get my
clothes packed; if you choose to wait till I am done, pray do so. I will
not be any longer than I can help, as I intend to take the first train for
the city."
Gussie applied her eye to the keyhole, and the limited view she had of the
room was enough to convince her that Dexie was certainly packing her trunk,
and she flew to her mother's room with the news.
Mrs. Sherwood could not believe it. Leave the house just when they needed
her the most! Impossible! She sent Gussie back to the door with a
peremptory message for Dexie to come to her room immediately.
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