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Page 8
For answer Mrs. Dent rose with a stiff jerk and threw open the
door.
"Agnes!" she called. "Agnes!" Then she turned and eyed Rebecca.
"She ain't there."
"I saw her pass the window," said Rebecca in bewilderment.
"You must have been mistaken."
"I know I did," persisted Rebecca.
"You couldn't have."
"I did. I saw first a shadow go over the ceiling, then I saw her
in the glass there"--she pointed to a mirror over the sideboard
opposite--"and then the shadow passed the window."
"How did she look in the glass?"
"Little and light-haired, with the light hair kind of tossing over
her forehead."
"You couldn't have seen her."
"Was that like Agnes?"
"Like enough; but of course you didn't see her. You've been
thinking so much about her that you thought you did."
"You thought YOU did."
"I thought I saw a shadow pass the window, but I must have been
mistaken. She didn't come in, or we would have seen her before
now. I knew it was too early for her to get home from Addie
Slocum's, anyhow."
When Rebecca went to bed Agnes had not returned. Rebecca had
resolved that she would not retire until the girl came, but she was
very tired, and she reasoned with herself that she was foolish.
Besides, Mrs. Dent suggested that Agnes might go to the church
social with Addie Slocum. When Rebecca suggested that she be sent
for and told that her aunt had come, Mrs. Dent laughed meaningly.
"I guess you'll find out that a young girl ain't so ready to leave
a sociable, where there's boys, to see her aunt," said she.
"She's too young," said Rebecca incredulously and indignantly.
"She's sixteen," replied Mrs. Dent; "and she's always been great
for the boys."
"She's going to school four years after I get her before she thinks
of boys," declared Rebecca.
"We'll see," laughed the other woman.
After Rebecca went to bed, she lay awake a long time listening for
the sound of girlish laughter and a boy's voice under her window;
then she fell asleep.
The next morning she was down early. Mrs. Dent, who kept no
servants, was busily preparing breakfast.
"Don't Agnes help you about breakfast?" asked Rebecca.
"No, I let her lay," replied Mrs. Dent shortly.
"What time did she get home last night?"
"She didn't get home."
"What?"
"She didn't get home. She stayed with Addie. She often does."
"Without sending you word?"
"Oh, she knew I wouldn't worry."
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