“Please, ma’am, the toothache was that dreadful I didn’t know what I was doing,” pleaded the cook.
“You have been drinking too,” continued the lady of the mansion, as she caught a whiff of the cook’s breath.
“It’s the toothache cure, ma’am.”
“I warned you before about leaving, and about drinking, Sarah. Your month will be up next Wednesday. I think I’ll get another cook.”
“Oh, ma’am, don’t say that! Give me just another chance.”
“And if I do, will you promise to obey me after this?”
“I will that.”
“Very well then. But if you disobey me once again it will be for the last time,” answered Mrs. Carsdale.
Frank had expected to go direct to the hotel, but as it cleared off so nicely he decided to wheel down a side road and purchase the books the lady had offered him early in the day. The highway was rather heavy in spots, and twice he had to dismount to avoid large mud puddles, but with it all he considered traveling on the wheel much better than walking the distance.
“Back already,” said the lady. “Have you decided to take those books?”