"But," said the maestro, raising his hand, "he does not give much money."
"But it would be a beginning," she broke in.
"He gives six pounds a week."
"I'll go!" Sarah cried.
"Then we will go and see him at once; I have an hour to spare," said the Italian kindly.
Well, before that hour was ended, Sarah had engaged herself to go on a twelve weeks' tour, at a salary of six pounds a week and her travelling expenses; and before ten days more had gone over her head, she had set off on her travels in search of fame and fortune.
Flossie's remarks were very pious. "I'm sure, Sarah," she said, setting her rich folds of crape and silk straight, "I am heartily glad to find that you have so much good feeling as to wish to relieve poor Ma of the expense of keeping you. How much happier you will be to feel you are no longer a burden on anybody! There's nothing like independence. I'm sure every time I think of poor Ma, I say to myself, 'Thank Heaven, I'm no burden upon her!"
"That must be a great comfort to you, I'm sure, Flossie," said Sarah gravely.
"Yes; I often tell Mr. Jones so. And what salary are you going to have, Sarah?"
"Enough to help my aunt a little," replied Sarah coldly.