“Not this time; but you can go up next Wednesday if you wish,” returned Thaddeus, with a slight show of embarrassment.
And so it was settled, and Thaddeus went to town. On Wednesday they all left the sea-shore to return to Phillipseburg.
“Oh, how lovely it looks!” ejaculated Bessie, as she entered the house, Norah having opened the door. “But—er—where’s Jane, Norah?”
“Cookin’ the dinner, mim.”
“Why, Jane can’t cook.”
“If you please, mim, this is a new Jane.”
Bessie’s parasol fell to the floor. “A wha-a-at?” she cried.
“A new Jane. Misther Perkins has dispinsed with old Jane and Ellen, mim.”
Bessie rushed up-stairs to her room and cried. The shock was too sudden. She longed for Thaddeus, who had remained at the station collecting the bath-tubs and other luxuries of the baby from the luggage-van, to come. What did it all mean? Jane and Ellen gone! New girls in their places!
And then Thaddeus came, and made all plain to the little woman, and when he was all through she was satisfied. He had discharged the tyrants, and had supplied their places. The latter was the important business which had taken him to town.