CHAPTER XXVI. — TEN POUNDS.
Molly was standing by the open window of her room when Nora came in. She entered quite quietly. Every vestige of color had left her face; her eyes, dark and intensely blue, were shining; some of her jet-black hair had got loosened and fell about her neck and shoulders. Molly sprang toward her.
“Oh, Nora!” she said.
“Hush!” said Nora. “I have heard; father is hurt—very badly hurt, and I am going to him.”
“Are you indeed? Is mother going to take you?” said Molly.
“No; she has refused. A telegram has come from my uncle; he says I am not to go—as if a thousand telegrams would keep me. Molly, I am going.”
“But you cannot go alone.”
“I am going.”
“When?” said Molly.