Slowly the long hours of the night dragged themselves by, yet Daisy did not return to Glengrove. The hours lengthened into days, and days into weeks, still there was no trace of her to be found. Gertie’s explanation readily accounted for her absence.
“She preferred to leave us rather than deliver my note,” she said, angrily; “and I for one am not sorry she has gone.”
“Rex did not mention having received it,” said Bess, “when he came with Birdie to bid us good-bye.”
“She probably read it and destroyed it,” said Gertie, “Well, there was nothing in it very particular. Toward the last of it I mentioned I would send the note over by Daisy Brooks, my mother’s companion. More than likely she took umbrage at that.”
“That was a very unkind remark,” asserted Eve. “You had no business to mention it at all; it was uncalled for.”
“Well, she would not have known it if she had not read it,” replied Gertie. “You must admit that.”
Mrs. Glenn felt sorely troubled. In the short time Daisy had been with her she had put unlimited confidence in her.
No one thought of searching for her; they all accepted the facts as the case presented itself to them. Daisy had certainly left them of her own free will.
Eve alone felt distressed.