“Jeckyl? Jeckyl?” Uncle John shook his head. “Never heard of her before.”
“Nor anybody else but mother. And where she found her, the dear only knows!”
“Why was Florence Harper sent away?”
A sad expression came into the face of Agnes, as she replied,—
“My fault, I suppose. In my blind self-will, I resisted her when she was right and I was wrong; and I complained of her unjustly. Mother talked very roughly to her,—she’s always done that; and then—and then, I believe, Miss Harper went away.”
“Miss Harper was a kind, good girl,” said Uncle John, “and tried always to do what was right. I am sorry you misunderstood or resisted her, for she was the best friend you will ever find in a governess.”
“I know she was, uncle; and I have learned it just too late. Oh, I would give any thing in the world to have her back again.”
“I must see your mother at once,” said Uncle John. “Where is she?”
“In her own room.”
“Will you say that I want her?”