"That is the only thing," said Missy, crossing the room to fasten the window for the night. "I mean to get my own way about him; and I only hope it will not involve speaking many more words, good or bad, to his father."
CHAPTER IX.
THE SWEETS OF VICTORY.
The next morning a little note came from Mr. Andrews. It was addressed to Missy.
"Dear Miss Rothermel—
"The woman named Alphonsine is very penitent, and begs to stay. Do you think I might allow her?
Very truly yours,
"James Andrews."
Missy dashed off a reply on the other side of his sheet of paper in pencil.
"Don't keep her on any account. She is the worst of them all.
A.R."
As Missy twisted this up and handed it to the messenger, Mrs. Varian rather anxiously asked to see it. "Don't you even put it in an envelope?" she said glancing over the meagre slip. "Your notes are generally so nice; this doesn't look like you, and is hardly civil."