Later she'll get over it."
Carroll shivered again.
"You don't know, dear, and I'm not going to tell you. Why," she
cried, "she told me that you and I were in a conspiracy to drive her
to her grave so we could get her money!"
"She must be a little crazy," said Orde, still pacifically.
"Come, help me," said Carroll. "I must get my things."
"Can't you just pack a bag and leave the rest until tomorrow? It's
about hungry time"
"She says I must take every stitch belonging to me tonight."
They packed trunks until late that night, quite alone. Gerald had
departed promptly after breaking the news, probably without
realising to what a pass affairs would come. A frightened servant,
evidently in disobedience of orders and in fear of destruction,
brought them a tray of food, which she put down on a small table and
hastily fled. In a room down the hall they could hear the murmur of
voices where Mrs. Bishop received spiritual consolation from her
adviser. When the trunks were packed, Orde sent for a baggage
waggon. Carroll went silently from place to place, saying farewell
to such of her treasures as she had made up her mind to leave. Orde
scribbled a note to Gerald, requesting him to pack up the
miscellanies and send them to Michigan by freight.
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