"I want the truth, Adele."
"No;" confessed she faintly. "But I'll go right now, Uncle William."
"Were you there the day before?"
Adele covered her face with her hands without replying.
"I want to know when you were there," said Dr. Raymond sternly.
"I—I don't remember," said the girl with a sob. "Oh, Uncle William, it was so hot, and I—I got tired of it; but I will go. I'll go right now."
She started for the basket as she spoke, but a gesture from her uncle arrested her.
"Wait," he said. "Beatrice, why did you not see that Rachel's needs were attended to?"
"I thought they were," answered Bee, growing pale. "Adele was to look after the matter."
"Adele has been careless and negligent," observed her father severely, "but that does not ease you of responsibility. It was your place to have seen that my wishes in the matter were carried out."