CHAPTER XV.
PARTING.
Madam Wetherill sat deep in her account books. Primrose was studying arithmetic, and the tough rules were not at all to her taste.
Janice Kent paused at the door. "Madam," she said, "Friend Henry is here on urgent business. And he begs that he may come up to you."
Primrose's pretty face was in a glow, and she sprang from her seat.
"It may not concern thee, moppet. Go to Patty. Thou canst not be in everything."
The child rose reluctantly, but obeyed.
"I am in trouble," Andrew began briefly. "We have been informed about—how much I know not. I thought it best to come and warn thee. Still I do not see how thou can be brought in, and thy shrewd wit will, I think, save thee. But I must get out of the town some way. I may be accused of spying about, and I am not over anxious for a hempen necklace, nor lodgings in Walnut Street. So I have little time to spare."
With that he related his morning's adventure and how he had left his team.
"Canst thou send a blind message to the Pewter Platter at once? Jonas Evans will understand."