"But there's no use in your going to her, Miss Antonia," said Pinkerton, "for she won't hear you however hard you knock."
"I'll see about that," said Antonia. "Do you happen to know, Pinkerton, if Miss Drummond's window is open?"
"Sure to be, miss; every window in the house is kept open during this sultry weather."
"There's no time to be lost," murmured Antonia; "I must scale the wall."
She left her own bedroom in a hurry, and ran downstairs.
"Nan," she shouted, catching sight of Nan's white frock in the distance, "come here."
Nan ran up to her rather unwillingly. Antonia was detestable in her eyes as belonging to the dreadful new stepmother.
"Why do you frown at me like that, child?" said Antonia; "it isn't pretty."
"Tell-tale tit," answered Nan rudely; "you'll be making up stories of me in the future, won't you?"