CHAPTER XXV.
Gertie Glenn never forgot the despairing cry that broke from Daisy’s white lips as she repeated her command:
“I wish you to deliver this note to Mr. Rex Lyon himself.”
“Oh, Miss Gertie,” she cried, clasping her hands together in an agony of entreaty, “I can not––oh, indeed I can not! Ask anything of me but that and I will gladly do it!”
Both girls looked at her in sheer astonishment.
“What is the reason you can not?” cried Gertie, in utter amazement. “I do not comprehend you.”
“I––I can not take the note,” she said, in a frightened whisper. “I do not––I––”
She stopped short in utter confusion.
“I choose you shall do just as I bid you,” replied Gertie, in her imperious, scornful anger. “It really seems to me you forget your position here, Miss Brooks. How dare you refuse me?”