And now I must go."
Mollie held up her rosy lips--tempting and sweet--and the woman stooped
and kissed her.
"You are my best friend," Mollie said, simply. "God bless you!"
The woman smiled.
"Nay, the kiss and the blessing, if meant for your best friend, should
have been kept for Hugh Ingelow. I but obey his orders."
Mollie turned radiantly red. Mrs. Susan Sharpe, with a significant smile
at her own keenness, immediately quitted the room.
Dr. Oleander did not disturb Mollie. He departed half an hour after Mrs.
Sharpe quitted her for the night. The account his mother and Sally gave
of the nurse made him disposed to trust her.
"I will take her with me," he thought, "since she is so trustworthy. It
would be too horribly dreary for Mollie without one companion of her own
sex."
So he offered liberal terms, and Mrs. Sharpe closed with his offer
readily enough.
"I'd as lief go to Cuba as not," she said, in her sedate way. "One place
is the same as another to me. But it's very soon to be ready."
"Never mind," replied the doctor. "We'll find dry-goods stores in
Havana, I dare say, and, meantime, I'll provide some ready-made things
from New York.
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