“Where are you going, Florence?” he asked.
“Home,” was the answer.
“Has any thing happened at home? Is your aunt sick?”
“No, sir.”
“Are you sick, Florence?”
“Yes, sir. Sick at heart!” was the reply of Florence, made with quivering lips.
Uncle John turned, and walked beside Miss Harper, in the direction he had found her going.
“There is something wrong, Florence,” said he. “Why have you left the house of my niece so suddenly?”
“Mrs. Dainty has dispensed with my services.”
“What?”