“Nonsense,” said Madeleine. “She is not that kind. You know perfectly well that she is the most generous-hearted, unselfish girl in Wellington. She wouldn’t injure a fly if she could help herself, and I think we had better take her advice.”
“We’ve come to do the work. Why go?”
Having once committed herself to this menial labor, she wished to see it through. After all, whatever Molly had against Millicent Porter couldn’t concern them, and in the end Madeleine reluctantly gave in.
Presently Millicent and Rosomond came into the room.
“What became of Molly Brown?” demanded Millicent suspiciously.
“She couldn’t wait,” answered Madeleine briefly.
“Was there anything the matter with her?”
“She seemed in perfectly good health as far as I know, but you had better hurry up with the inventory, Miss Porter. We are losing time.”
Rosomond helped Millicent with the remainder of the list, and by four o’clock Madeleine and Judith were installed in the den hard at work. All afternoon and evening they toiled and the next morning they appeared soon after breakfast and started in again.