Stanton interfere with me no longer."
"My goodness, Ida, shall not I, your own mother, take any care of
you?"
"It is too late in the day now to commence taking care of me. You
have permitted me to grow up so wanting in mental and moral culture
that you naturally suspect me of the vilest action. Henceforth
I take care of myself, and act for myself;" and she abruptly left
the room and went to Mr. Burleigh's office, requesting that the
light phaeton and a safe horse, such as she could drive, should be
sent around to he door at once.
"Miss Ida, you've not been well. Do you think you had better go
out in the heat of the day?" asked Mr. Burleigh, kindly.
She looked at him a moment, and then said, a little impulsively,
"Mr. Burleigh, I thank you for speaking to me in that way. Yes,
I wish to go, and think I shall be better for it."
As she entered the large hall, Van Berg, who had been on the watch,
rose to greet her, but she merely bowed politely and distantly,
and passed at once into the dining room. After a hasty breakfast
she returned to her room by a side passage, and prepared for her
expedition, paying no heed to her mother's expostulations.
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