"Come, decide, at once," he said. "The carriage is waiting, and she can accompany us if you are willing. Of course you need pay no attention to the ravings of that poor maniac."
Mr. Thorn looked at his daughter. Her face was bright with smiles, for the artful villain, with his tender glances, had made her believe that he was deeply enamored of her charms.
"Do you want to go, Jennie?" he asked, doubtfully.
"Oh, yes, father, if you'll let me," she said.
"She may go for a month, then, and if she don't like the place she may come home again," said the farmer.
Queenie said no more. She saw that her enemies had triumphed over her this time, and her heart was almost broken. She made an ineffectual struggle to escape through the door, but was captured and borne struggling to the carriage, followed by her pretended sister and the pretty Jennie, who was falling so unconsciously into the pit spread for her unwary feet.
[CHAPTER XVI.]
Jennie Thorn was delighted with the beautiful furnishing and elegant ease of the cottage by the river.