"You think that?" he said.
"I have no doubt of it."
"She shall find that I am resolute," he said, irritably. "I will not recall her."
"Bravo, uncle! Only stick to that, and she will yield unconditionally within a fortnight. A little patience, and you will carry your point.
Then all will be smooth sailing."
"I hope so, Curtis. Your words have cheered me. I will be patient. But I hope I shan"t have to wait long. Where is the morning paper?"
"I shall have to humor and deceive him," thought Curtis. "I shall have a difficult part to play, but I am sure to succeed at last."
Chapter XI.
Florence Secures Employment.
For a few days after being installed in her new home Florence was like one dazed.
She could not settle her mind to any plan of self-support.
She was too unhappy in her enforced exile from her home, and it saddened her to think that the uncle who had always been so kind was permanently estranged from her.
Though Mrs. O"Keefe was kind, and Dodger was her faithful friend, she could not accustom herself to her poor surroundings.
She had not supposed luxury so essential to her happiness.
It was worse for her because she had nothing to do but give way to her morbid fancies.
This Mrs. O"Keefe was clear-sighted enough to see.
"I am sorry to see you so downcast like, my dear young lady," she said.
"How can I help it, Mrs. O"Keefe?" returned Florence.
"Try not to think of your wicked cousin, my dear."
"It isn"t of him that I think--it is of my uncle. How could he be so cruel, and turn against me after years of kindness?"
"It"s that wicked Curtis that is settin" him against you, take my word for it, Miss Florence. Shure, he must be wake-minded to let such a spalpeen set him against a swate young leddy like you."
"He is weak in body, not in mind, Mrs. O"Keefe. You are right in thinking that it is Curtis that is the cause of my misfortune."
"Your uncle will come to his right mind some day, never fear! And now, my dear, shall I give you a bit of advice?"
"Go on, my kind friend. I will promise to consider whatever you say."
"Then you"d better get some kind of work to take up your mind--a bit of sewin", or writin", or anything that comes to hand. I suppose you wouldn"t want to mind my apple-stand a couple of hours every day?"
"No," answered Florence. "I don"t feel equal to that."
"It would do you no end of good to be out in the open air. It would bring back the roses to your pale cheeks. If you coop yourself up in this dark room, you"ll fade away and get thin."
"You are right. I will make an effort and go out. Besides, I must see about work."
Here Dodger entered the room in his usual breezy way. In his hand he brandished a morning paper.
"How are you feelin", Florence?" he asked; he had given up saying Miss Florence at her request. "Here"s an advertis.e.m.e.nt that"ll maybe suit you."
"Show it to me, Dodger," said Florence, beginning to show some interest.
The boy directed her attention to the following advertis.e.m.e.nt:
"Wanted.--A governess for a girl of twelve. Must be a good performer on the piano, and able to instruct in French and the usual English branches. Terms must be moderate. Apply to Mrs. Leighton, at 127 W. ---- Street."
"There, Florence, what do you say to that? That"s better than sewin"."
"I don"t know, Dodger, whether I am competent."
"You play on the pianner, don"t you?"
"Yes."
"Well enough to teach?"
"I think so; but I may not have the gift of teaching."
"Yes, you have. Haven"t you been teachin" me every evenin"? You make everything just as clear as mud--no, I don"t mean that. You just explain so that I can"t help understandin"."
"Then," said Florence, "I suppose I am at liberty to refer to you."
"Yes; you can tell the lady to call at the office of Dodger, Esq., any mornin" after sunrise, and he"ll give her full particulars."
Florence did not immediately decide to apply for the situation, but the more she thought of it the more she felt inclined to do so. The little experience she had had with Dodger satisfied her that she should enjoy teaching better than sewing or writing.
Accordingly, an hour later, she put on her street dress and went uptown to the address given in the advertis.e.m.e.nt.
No. 127 was a handsome brown-stone house, not unlike the one in which Florence had been accustomed to live. It was a refreshing contrast to the poor tenement in which she lived at present.
"Is Mrs. Leighton at home?" inquired Florence. "Yes, miss," answered the servant, respectfully. "Whom shall I say?"
"I have come to apply for the situation of governess," answered Florence, feeling rather awkward as she made the statement.
"Ah," said the servant, with a perceptible decline in respect. "Won"t you step in?"
"Thank you."