“You can go right on breaking rules at this rate!” said her father, his arm about her. “And now run up and get dressed. You can tell us about it later.”
“I’ll go up, too,” said the general.
“Go right ahead, sir. We’ll go to the stable for a few minutes and make fresh arrangements for The Lady.”
When they at last went out to the long-delayed dinner, the high back chair at the foot of the table found no occupant.
“Late, as usual,” said the major. “Lena,” he added, “go and tell the colonel that dinner is ready.”
“Oh, if you please, major, she’s gone to bed. She come upstairs more than an hour ago. She took her bath, sir, and went right to bed. I ast her did she feel sick, and she says no, but that them was your orders. She wouldn’t let Nora bring her up no tea.” Lena looked reproachful.
“And she cried awfully,” said Rose.
“She never let a tear out of her until I shut the door, Miss Rose,” said Lena, firmly; “and she ast me to put out a dress with a plain sleeve for to-morrow. She shut the windows down so’s she shouldn’t hear the band, but she never cried none.”
The aid winced. The general cleared his throat.