Chapter 25
THE KEEVE. "Now, my dear! now, Wynnie!" I said, after prayers the next morning, "you must come out for a walk as soon as ever you can get your bonnets on." "But we can't leave Connie, papa," objected Wynnie. "O, yes, you can, quite well. There's nursie to look after her. What do you say, Connie?" For, for some time now, Connie had been able to get up so early, that it was no unusual thing to have prayers in her room. "I am entirely independent of help from my family," returned Connie grandiloquently. "I am a woman of independent means," she added. "If you say another word, I will rise and leave the room." And she made a movement as if she would actually do as she had said. Seized with an involuntary terror, I rushed towards her, and the impertinent girl burst out laughing in my face-
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