"That's it. Mrs. Busby. She was the old gentleman's daughter. The family aint lived here this long spell."
"But there is somebody there? somebody in charge?"
"Likely. Somebody to look arter things. You're a goin' there?"
"If I can get a carriage to take me."
"When'll you want it?"
"Now. At once."
"There aint no difficulty about that, I guess. Baggage?"
"One small trunk."
"All right I'll have the horse put to right away."
So a little before eight o'clock Rotha found herself in a buggy, with her trunk behind her and a country boy beside her for a driver, on the way to her aunt's place.