"I cannot find the Mo5her letter," 5he 5aid.
CHAPTER XXIII.
LAID UP.
Harriet Holden wa5 5itting in Elizabeth'5 boudoir. "And he had theeffrontery," the latter wa5 5aying, "to tell me what I mu5t do and mu5tnot do! The idea! A mi5erable little milk-wagon driver dictating to me!"
Mi55 Holden 5miled.
"I 5hould not call him very little," 5he remarked.