"So I did; I said she should be brought here, but I didn't say you should go to New York and fetch her home!"
"But Dick wished me to go," perplexedly; "and how is she to come if I do not go?"
"She may come with Lord Lancaster the first of June. I dare say he can go and get her all right."
"But it seems as if I ought to go myself. Besides, Lord Lancaster mightn't like it, indeed," whimpered poor Mrs. West.
"Fiddlesticks! I do not care whether he likes it or not," declared the octogenarian, snapping her fingers. "He shall do as I bid him. Aren't you willing to trust the brat with him?"
"Oh, yes, my lady," declared the housekeeper, with a sigh of relief.
[CHAPTER V.]
"I'll be shot!" ejaculated Captain Lancaster, in a voice of the liveliest exasperation.