The woman’s face grew crimson with rage at this shaft.
“You can leave the room, Miss Douglas, your insolence is insufferable,” she cried, rising and pointing with her shaking finger to the door.
“You understand me, madam; I shall take the law, unless you give me my property,” returned the young girl, calmly confronting her, and taking no notice of her command.
“Take the law, then; you’ll have a fight of it, if you do, let me tell you, for no one will believe the tale of a governess, who has been dismissed for unworthy conduct. Now, go!” cried the irate woman, almost beside herself with passion.
Brownie uttered no words, but walked like a queen from the room; but once within her own, she broke down utterly.
To lose those treasures, which had been the silent companions of her heart-broken aunt during all those lonely years, and around which clustered so much of hope and despair, was more than she could bear.
The little chain, too, with its golden key, which her aunt had told her to wear as long as she lived, that, too, was in the power of those cruel women.
She grew nearly wild over the thought of her loss.
She must have them again—she would have them, but how to get them was the question.
She realized all the difficulties which lay in her path.