“I suppose, then, that what cannot be consumed to-day must be lost. I see no remedy.”
“An’ whey we gwine to set de dinner table, w’en de dinin’ room is all took up long ob de weddin’ feas’ spread out on dat yonder stension table? We ain’t got time to take all de fings offen dat!”
“No, indeed, you have not. You had better lock up the dining room, just as it stands, to wait your mistress’ orders, and set the table in the sitting room.”
CHAPTER XXIV
THE FORSAKEN WIFE’S STORY
Having given her last instructions, Miss Meeke returned to the drawing room, where she found the new guest, extended at length on the blue, velvet sofa, with her chubby hands clasped under her head on one end and her stoutly booted feet elevated on the other. She was fast asleep and snoring sonorously.
Wynnette and Elva were standing gazing on her, with their faces full of guilty fear.
“What is the matter here?” inquired the governess.