“You will please excuse me, I am not well enough for hard work to-day; for the whole world I couldn’t get out another piece.”
The woman said this in a quick, eager way, as if she had quite determined on going, whether her apology was accepted or not.
The cook would have argued with her, but the whole matter was cut short by the woman walking abruptly out of the house.
Meantime Ellen Post knocked at the door of Miss Spicer’s room. That young lady turned the latch with her own hand.
“Was that Mr. Lambert that just came in? I thought it was his step on the stairs?”
“No, Miss,” answered Ellen, confidentially. “It’s only me; but I’ve got good news. The old woman and her boy are both in the hands of a policeman. Would it be convenient to let me have that amount?”
“When they are convicted!” answered Miss Spicer, closing the door abruptly.
Ellen Post stood for a moment in blank amazement, then she gave her head a toss and, speaking to herself, said sharply,
“We shall see! We shall see!”