As Frank wheeled down the muddy wagonway he met a woman who looked like a cook, coming towards the house. She was out of breath from rapid walking.
“Is Mrs. Carsdale home?” she demanded.
“Yes, long ago,” was our hero’s answer.
“Oh, pshaw!” came from the cook, and on she went towards the house.
“I guess she’ll catch it,” thought Frank, and he was right.
“Sarah, why did you go away?” demanded Mrs. Carsdale, as soon as the servant appeared.
“Please, ma’am, I had a—a toothache and I had to get some medicine for it from my cousin.”
“This is the second time you have left the house without my permission.”
“It shan’t happen again, Mrs. Carsdale.”
“You left all the windows open. If it hadn’t been for an utter stranger who came up and shut them, many things in the house would have been ruined.”