Miss Jerusha looked sharply up as she entered, and seeing her triumphant look, her tears seemed turned to sparks of fire.
"Well, what do you want?" she demanded.
Without noticing her by look or word, Freddy went over and laid her hand on Georgia's shoulder.
"Georgia," she said, authoritatively.
With a bound Georgia leaped to her feet, and with eyes that shone like coals of fire in a face perfectly white, she confronted her mortal enemy.
Freddy, with all her meanness, was no coward, else she would have fled at sight of that fearful look. As it was she recoiled a step, and her smile faded away as she said:
"My cousin sent me here to tell you to go to your room and stay there until he comes."
Slowly and impressively Georgia lifted her head, and keeping her gleaming, burning eyes fixed on the sallow face before her, pointed to the door.
"Go!" she said, in a hollow voice, "Go!"
Freddy started, and her face flushed.