"Here! But what sort of persons shall we get here? And your uncle--just think!"--
"O but I think we can manage," said Fleda. "When do Mary and Jane want to go?"
"Immediately!--to-morrow--they are not willing to wait till we can get somebody. Think of it!"
"Well let them go," said Fleda,--"the sooner the better."
"Yes, and I am sure I don't want to keep them; but--" and Mrs. Rossitur wrung her hands--"I haven't money enough to pay them quite,--and they won't go without it."
Fleda felt shocked--so much that she could not help looking it.
"But can't uncle Rolf give it you?"
Mrs. Rossitur shook her head. "I have asked him."
"How much is wanting?"
"Twenty-five. Think of his not being able to give me that!"--Mrs. Rossitur burst into tears.