For a few days after being installed in her new home Florence was like one dazed.
She could not settle her mind to any plan of self-support.
She was too unhappy in her enforced exile from her home, and it saddened her to think that the uncle who had always been so kind was permanently estranged from her.
Though Mrs. O’Keefe was kind, and Dodger was her faithful friend, she could not accustom herself to her poor surroundings.
She had not supposed luxury so essential to her happiness.
It was worse for her because she had nothing to do but give way to her morbid fancies.
This Mrs. O’Keefe was clear-sighted enough to see.
“I am sorry to see you so downcast like, my dear young lady,” she said.
“How can I help it, Mrs. O’Keefe?” returned Florence.
“Try not to think of your wicked cousin, my dear.”