LETTY’S DILEMMA
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You are quite sure,” the girl said anxiously, “that Miss Thorpe-Hatton wants to see me? You see there’s a train at ten o’clock I could catch.”
The housekeeper looked up from the menu she was writing, and tapped the table impatiently with her pencil.
“My dear child,” she said, “is it likely I should keep you here without orders? We have sent a telegram to your mother, and you are to wait until the mistress is ready to see you.”
“What time does she generally get down?” Letty asked.
“Any time,” Mrs. Brown answered, resuming her task. “She was back early last night, only stayed an hour at the ball, so she may send for you at any moment. Don’t fidget about so, there’s a good girl. I’m nervous this morning. We’ve twenty-four people dining, and I haven’t an idea in my head. I’m afraid I shall have to send for François.”
“Is François the man-cook who comes down to Thorpe?” Letty asked.
Mrs. Brown nodded.