"Had
you not better try a little kindness?"
"What has been the result of all the years of kindness bestowed upon
you?" was the indignant answer.
"I only meant that it might be well to bestow a little of what other
people regard as kindness. I had asked Aun' Suke to do her best and
am sure she will."
"It will be strange if she does, when you are setting the example of
doing your worst. But I am mistress once more, and wish no
interference."
"Doan you worry, honey, 'bout we uns," said Aun' Suke quietly. "We
yeard de soun' fum far away, en we year it agin soon."
Meanwhile Mad Whately was closeted with his uncle and mother,
listening with a black frown to all that had occurred.
"I tell you," exclaimed the young man, "it's as clear as the sun in
the sky that she should be sent away at once--in fact, that you all
should go."
"I won't go," said Mr. Baron, "neither will my wife. If the country
has come to such a pass that we must die on our hearths we will die
right here."
"Then with my whole authority, mother, I demand that you and my
cousin go at once while opportunity still remains.
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