The girls then took leave of all their friends at Grove Hill and entered the capacious carriage, accompanied by Miss Grandiere and Rosemary—that is, two of them did. One was missing.
“Where is Wynnette?” inquired Miss Grandiere, as she sank into the cushions.
“She is on the box, driving, while Jacob is sitting with folded arms beside her,” answered Odalite.
“It is highly improper.”
“You cannot do anything with Wynnette, Miss Susannah. She will drive as often as she can. And Jacob’s presence beside her makes it safe, at least. He is ready to seize the reins at any emergency.”
“Yes, but really—really—my dear Odalite——”
The sudden starting of the horses at a spanking pace jerked Miss Grandiere’s words from her lips, and herself forward into little Elva’s arms.
However, they arrived safely at Mondreer, where they were very cordially welcomed by Mr. and Mrs. Force.
When Miss Grandiere proposed her plan of sending Rosemary with them, to go to school with their own children, the lady and gentleman responded promptly and cordially.
“We have not selected our school yet,” Mr. Force explained. “We wish to get the circulars and personally inspect the schools before we make our choice, but if you leave your niece in our hands, we shall do by her exactly as by our own.”