“That will do, Liza.”
The girl went out, looking scared.
“It is very strange,” said Vine.
“Yes, dear; and it is a great trouble to me. This is the third time money has been missing lately. I don’t like to suspect people, but one seems to be forced.”
“But surely, Louie, dear, that poor girl would not take it.”
“I have always tried to hope not, Maddy,” said Louise sadly.
“You had better make a change.”
“Send her away, father? How can I do that? How can I recommend her for another situation?”
“Ah! it’s a puzzle—it’s a puzzle,” said Vine irritably. “One of the great difficulties of domestic service. I shall soon begin to think that your uncle Luke is right after all. He has no troubles, eh, Louise?”
She looked up in his face with a peculiar smile, but made no reply. Her father, however, seemed to read her look, and continued: