When she got there she found little Glo’ standing between her uncle’s knees, as he reclined in his chip-bottomed arm-chair in the front porch.
“Why, how is this, Aunt Agrippina? This child says you told her I sent for her. It was surely a mistake. I never sent for her,” said Colonel de Crespigney, as soon as he saw Miss Grip.
“No one said you did. I told her you wanted her, and so you do want her, or at least you ought to,” grimly replied the lady.
“Why, what on earth do you mean, Miss de Crespigney?”
“You know very well what I mean, or you should know,” severely retorted Miss Grip.
“Upon my sacred word of honor, I don’t! Pray explain yourself,” entreated the colonel.
Instead of replying to him, Miss Agrippina deliberately divested herself of her bonnet and shawl and gave them to the child, saying:
“Here, my dear, take these up into my room and put them away carefully.”
“Now, then, what do you mean?” demanded the colonel, when the little girl had disappeared into the house.
“I mean that you want your ward to stay at home until she goes to school, which she must do very soon,” said Miss Grip, decidedly.