Miss Banks immediately inquired if she could see Rosalie.
"She ain't here," said Roscoe. "She's away fer a month--over at the
Bonners'. He's her feller, you know. Ma! Here's Miss Banks! Edner! Sue!"
Mrs. Crow and the girls flew out to the gate, babbling their surprise
and greetings.
"This is my mother," introduced the young lady. "We have just come from
New York, Mrs. Crow. We sail for England this week, and I must see
Rosalie before we go. How can we get to Mr. Bonner's place?"
"It's across the river, about twelve miles from here," said Mrs. Crow.
"Come in and rest yourselves. You don't have to go back to-day, do you?
Ain't you married yet?"
"No, Mrs. Crow," responded Elsie, with a stiff, perfunctory smile.
"Thank you, we cannot stop. It is necessary that we return to New York
to-night, but I must see Rosalie before going. You see, Mrs. Crow, I do
not expect to return to America. We are to live in London forever, I
fear. It may be the last chance I'll have to see Rosalie. I must go on
to Bonner Place to-day. But, dear me, I am so tired and hot, and it is
so far to drive," she cried ruefully. "Do you know the way, driver?" The
driver gruffly admitted that he did not. Roscoe eagerly bridged the
difficulty by offering to act as pathfinder.
At first Mrs. Banks tried to dissuade her daughter from undertaking the
long trip, but the girl was obstinate.
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