That would seem abrupt and strange, with so little to lead up to it. No,
he must do as he had been doing all along--just wait.
"But not for long!" he muttered, as he bade his aunt a pre-occupied
good-night and strode off to his room. "We'll 'bide a wee,' Sara, but
only a wee, or my name is not Robert Glendenning!"
CHAPTER XVIII.
A VISIT FROM MISS PRUE.
It was only a few days after sending this letter that Sara received a
proposition from Mrs. Macon which she was not slow to accept; namely,
that she should give up her room, store her furniture in the loft of
their stable, and keep the Macon house for the summer, while its master
and mistress took a long western trip. As they wished to retain their
excellent cook as well as the gardener, these were to remain, at the
Macons' expense, and assist in caring for the premises.
No need to say the Olmsteads were delighted with the plan,--especially
as Sara had begun to feel that their rooms were far too close and stuffy
to be healthy in warm weather,--so beautiful June had not yet begun to
turn her back upon the young summer, when the Olmstead family found
themselves lodged as they had never hoped to be; while the Macons,
equally content with the arrangement, took their seats in a Pullman
sleeper, unvexed by visions of tramps and fire, moths and carpet-bugs,
or precious books ruined by dampness and mice.
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