'Yes, Jessie,' I answered, with a thrill of delight.
'Where are you going?'
'I am going to work.'
'Good-morning.'
'Good-morning.'
I had never been so happy in my work as I was during this day, and yet I wanted the hours to fly so that I might be home again. When eight o'clock struck, I whipped off my apron eagerly, and ran out of the office. My mother was at the gate.
'I didn't expect you, mother.'
'No, dear child. I wished to leave your uncle and Jessie together for a little while. She wanted to come with me, but I thought it best to leave her at home. Shall we take a walk, my dear?'
'Yes, but not a long one. Mother, who is she?'
'I do not know, my dear; and your uncle hasn't said a word--neither has she.'