Doctor Queerington, at the doorway, took in the situation at a glance.
He looked quickly from Myrtella's horrified face to the cringing
figure of the strange child, then he smiled reassuringly.
"There is no serious harm done," he said in a quiet, pleasant voice;
"the frame can be easily replaced, and as for the photograph--" he
paused and smiled again, then he drew Bertie's hand into his;
"Myrtella, I shall no longer have need of a photograph of that young
lady. She has consented to come herself and take charge of us all."
Myrtella stood as one petrified; her massive figure with its upraised
duster was silhoueted against the light, like a statue of the goddess
of war. At last she found voice:
"To take charge?" she gasped. "Do you mean she's comin' to be Mis'
Squeerington?"
"I do."
"Well, I give notice," announced Myrtella with all the dignity of
offended majesty, and shoving Chick before her, she slammed the door
upon the astonished Doctor and stalked haughtily down the stairs.
CHAPTER XII
"A bride who doesn't see her duty, should be _made_ to see it,"
declared Mrs. Sequin to Mrs. Ivy in her most impressive manner.
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