“Oh dear, did I not tell you?” Mrs. Clinton asked. “I bought some trunks a few days ago. I will tell John to bring them down from the attic.”
“You bought some trunks?” Candida exclaimed. “Then you expected me to go away. Why? What have I done? I like being here with you.”
Mrs. Clinton’s face softened.
“I know, dear, and I like having you. But you could not stay here for ever, it would be impossible. I have never had a girl in the house before and besides – ”
She paused.
“Besides what?” Candida asked.
“Oh, never mind,” Mrs. Clinton said sharply. “I cannot stay here talking all day. You must leave it to me, Candida, and trust me to do what is best for you.”
“Will I never see you again?” Candida asked.
“Of course you will,” Mrs. Clinton replied. “You will be back, they always come bac
