Katrine could not dispute that. She hardly liked to say more, her father’s answers were so curt and cross.
“He must have gone unexpectedly, papa.”
“Unexpectedly! Not at all. He has been talking of going all the week.”
Katrine paused. “Is he coming back, papa?”
“Not that I know of.”
“But he has not taken any of his things.”
“I am going to pack his things and send them after him.”
“But——when did he go, papa?”
Mr. Barbary, who had kept on working, drew himself bolt upright. Letting his hands rest on the handle of his spade, he looked sternly into Katrine’s face.
“He went last night.”