“A good deal. She goes out every day to buy things with the money.”
“I am glad to learn this,” said John Somerville, thoughtfully.
“Ida,” said he, after a pause, “I am going out for a time. You will find books on the table, and can amuse yourself by reading; I won't make you sew, as Peg did,” he said, smiling.
Ida laughed.
“Oh, yes,” said she, “I like reading. I shall amuse myself very well.”
Mr. Somerville went out, and Ida, as he recommended, read awhile. Then, growing tired, she went to the window and looked out. A carriage was passing slowly, on account of a press of carriages. Ida saw a face that she knew. Forgetting her bonnet in her sudden joy, she ran down the stairs, into the street, and up to the carriage window.
“O Jack!” she exclaimed; “have you come for me?”
It was Mrs. Clifton's carriage, returning from Peg's lodgings.
“Why, it's Ida!” exclaimed Jack, almost springing through the window of the carriage. “Where did you come from, and where have you been all the time?”
He opened the door of the carriage, and drew Ida in.