Chapter Ten.
Gone!
“Speak, woman!” cried Mrs Lavington hoarsely; and she shook little Sally by the arm. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, ma’am. I’m in such trouble,” sobbed Sally. “I’ve been a very, very wicked girl—I mean woman. I was always finding fault, and scolding him.”
“Why?” asked Uncle Josiah sternly.
“I don’t know, sir.”
“But he is a quiet industrious man, and I’m sure he is a good husband.”
“Yes, he’s the best of husbands,” sobbed Sally.