Sue came. "But I could go with them, and not see Miss Crosby." Once more that note of childlike pleading. "I could just wait near by."
"Wait here, Susan.—Oh, I realize that you could be there and back before I'd know it."
Sue laughed. "Oh, she's a smart little mother!" she said fondly.
"Yes, she is!"
"She knows your tricks," retorted Mrs. Milo, wisely. "You'd even trapse out in that get-up.—Please don't fidget while I'm talking."
Seeing that it was impossible for her to get away, Sue sat down resignedly. "Well, as Ikey says," she observed, "'sometimes t'ings go awful fine, und sometimes she don't.'"
Now, Farvel came breezing in. "I've found a minister, Miss Milo," he announced. Then realizing that something untoward had happened, "Why,—where's Wallace?"
"He has followed Miss Crosby," answered Mrs. Milo, speaking the name with exaggerated distinctness.
"Miss Crosby?" Farvel was puzzled.
"Miss—Clare—Crosby."
He turned to Sue, and she rose and came to him—smiling, and with a certain confidential air that was calculated either to rescue him from a catechism or to result in her own banishment from the room. "Do you know that you haven't dictated this morning's letters?" she asked. And touching him on the arm, "Shan't we go into the library now?"