"
"Certain cannot stick unless find cat."_
Opening her diary now she gazed upon these entries; chewed them. They
were bitter to the taste. To agony at what she had lost was added
mortification at seeing another in her place; and rankling in this
huge wound was the poison of the knowledge that she could not win
back. Circumstances were too strong. The cat was not to be found,
and--stabbing thought--"certain cannot stick unless find cat."
This way and that the masterly woman twisted in search of a means to
circumvent her position. It might be done by accomplishing the
overthrow of this baby-faced chit. If the baby-faced chit could be
made to displease Mr. Marrapit and be turned out, it would surely be
possible, being ready at hand, to take her place. But how could the
baby-faced chit be made to err?
This way and that Mrs. Major twisted and could find no means. Always
she was forced back to the brick-wall fact--salvation lay only in
finding the cat. That would accomplish everything. She would have
succeeded where the baby-faced chit had failed; she would have proved
her devotion; she, would have earned, not a doubt of it, the reward of
re-entry into paradise that Mr. Marrapit in his gratitude would more
than offer--would press upon her.
But the cat was not to be found.
Pages:
362
363
364
365
366
367
368
369
370
371
372
373
374
375
376
377
378
379
380
381
382
383
384
385
386