“Did you tell him that?” and Biddy sat down upon the floor and ceased her sobbing and looked at her darling.
“I did, and I’m going with you, Biddy. I told him I would come back when I was twenty-one and take charge of the house, and until that time he could reign here with the companion he had chosen for me.”
Saying this, she had commenced to tear the things out of the closet. But a knock caused her to cease.
Benson was standing looking at her with a pleading expression in his eyes. He hated to admit that he could not tame this very young girl, and that she would take no wish of his into consideration, much less an order.
“What are you doing, Helen?” asked he, looking about the room.
“Getting ready to go with Biddy. I suppose the new companion will need these rooms.”
“Don’t be foolish, Nellie,” commenced the man. “You are to stay in your home, for it is not to be thought of, your leaving it.”
“Then if I stay, Biddy shall stay, too.”
Benson hesitated. The dark eyes under the shock of golden hair were flashing at him their challenge.
“Then,” said the man slowly, “let Biddy stay. I did not think you would take any such drastic measures. I hope you won’t regret it.”