"Nan, child, you've not taken up the cooking again?" exclaimed
Mrs. Rawson.
"I had to do some--not very much," replied the girl, gently.
"But, my dear, I thought you understood that we didn't want you to do
this any more."
Nan only smiled as she set the last loaf in the oven.
The lady went on, "Nan--we want you to go away to-morrow."
Nan looked up with startled eyes. "So soon!" she exclaimed as
Theodore had done.
"Why should there be any delay about it? Every day that you stay here
is so much actual loss to you and to the baby, too," added Mrs.
Rawson.
With a bewildered air Nan dropped into a chair, saying, hesitatingly,
"But how can I get ready to go to-morrow?"
"Easily enough, if you let the cooking go. I was wondering as I came
along what you would do with your furniture."
To Mrs. Rawson's eyes the few poor bits of furniture looked worthless
enough, but she realised that it would seem quite otherwise to the
girl who had bought them with her own hard earnings.
But now Nan looked up with shining eyes and in eager words told of
Theodore's plan and the lady's face brightened as she listened.
"It's a fine plan," she replied, heartily, "and it means a deal for
such a boy as Theodore to have thought of it."
"And when he might have gone to your house, too," added Nan,
softly.
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