"What are you doing?" Miss Patty called out.
"Making your bed," was the answer. "And then, if you don't mind, I'd like to go home."
Calling the girl to her, Miss Patty rose and said tenderly, "You're your own mistress now and you mustn't think of work this morning. Pomona can come upstairs and put things to rights. This has been a terrible excitement for you, terrible! If only John and Lee were home. How could they go away this particular morning!"
"I don't see that that makes any difference."
"Yes, of course it does; one needs a man in a case of business. But sit down, dear, get your sewing and we'll talk about it." Miss Patty settled herself again. "To think that you're an Ogilvie! Almost as good a family as the Merryvales."
"Miss Patty, I'm afraid I can't sit down and talk about it now."
"Of course, you must be excited, though you appear wonderfully calm. Don't you want to lie down on my bed?"
"No, I think I want to go home."
"Very well, you'll want to tell your mammy. And then you can begin packing your things."
"Packing my things?"