“Yes, yes—don’t stop me now, Henny! hasten! hasten! quick! quick, Henny! Have my pony caught, and then hurry back to me.”
“But, Miss Kate, are you sure?”
“Yes, yes, I’m sure. Oh! hurry, hurry!”
The woman went out, and Catherine sat down and penned a hasty note to her neighbor, the down-east tenant of Hardbargain, requesting him to give a slight supervision of affairs at White Cliffs during her absence for a few days. By the time she had sealed and directed it, Henny re-appeared.
“Go fetch my riding-dress, Henny,” was her next prompt command.
“My goodness, Miss Kate, where—”
“Go, Henny, at once, and don’t stay to question me.”
The maid obeyed, and her mistress rang the bell, and gave the note she had written to a boy, to carry to Hardbargain.
As he left the room, Henny entered it with the riding habit.
“Help me on with it at once, Henny,” said Catherine, meeting her.